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FOREWORD

Jenny was beautiful. She stood before me naked with her red hair and her red bush and her freckled body. I stared at her big tits and I wanted to touch them, to hold them, to suck on them.

I did not care that she was a woman and that I was also a woman. I wanted to crush her body to mine. I wanted to love her and lap her hot, red-haired pussy.

She would be my first woman, but I had already determined that she would not be my last.

And when she spoke to me, my cunt quivered with excitement.

"Terri," she said, running her fingers through my long, dark hair, "come here and let me kiss you."

"And then what will we do, Jenny?"

I wanted to know. I wanted to be excited by her voice telling me the truth about her plans for me, the truth about life.

"After we kiss and suck each other tits," she said with a grin, "we will lick each other's cunts and make each other come." The words sent a fire through my pussy, and I stepped to her.

Jenny took me in her arms and kissed me passionately.

CHAPTER ONE

Call me Terri. I am a girl, and I am going to college. I am now twenty-one years old.

But my story begins when I was eighteen, when I was a freshman at college.

And I will tell you right now: I like girls.

When I say that I like girls, I do not mean that I enjoy sitting around with my girlfriends and giggling and talking about parties and dates and things like that.

Although I like to talk and I sometimes giggle like a kid, when I say I like girls I mean this: I like to go to bed with girls and kiss them and suck their titties and eat their pussies. That is what I like most of all.

You would not know that to look at me.

People say that I am very attractive. They say that I am sexy. I have long, dark hair and dark skin and a very sexy little grin that works on all kinds of girls.

And, once in a while, I will even use the grin to get a guy. Sure, I fuck fellows too, but mostly I like girls.

Now that you know that, I will tell you my story.

It is the story of my sexual adventures, and I think that you will enjoy hearing it as much as I enjoyed having those adventures. Well, maybe not as much. But I think you will enjoy it just the same.

As I said, it all started when I was a freshman in college. I was eighteen years old.

It was early November and the first winter chill was in the air. I had gone out that night with Scott, who was a sophomore and who liked me a lot. Scott was okay, I guess. He was thin and handsome in sort of a boyish way. But I found out that night that Scott did not have the first idea about how to treat a girl. He took me to a restaurant and bought me dinner and then he took me to a movie. It was a terrible movie, one of those soppy love stories where the girl and the guy discover at the end of the film that they have always loved each other. I think movies like that are bullshit, but I must admit that such movies make a lot of money from college audiences. I remember standing in a line one day at the bookstore and overhearing two girls talk about one of those films.

"It was so good," one of them said, "I cried for two hours after I saw it."

I wanted to stick my head in between those two girls and cry out, "Bullshit!" just as loud as I could. I wanted to tell them that you don't judge a movie by how much you cry. But both of the girls were rather ugly, so I let them alone. I figured that crying at soppy movies was the only joy that girls like would have in life.

Anyway, Scott took me to see that movie and then we got into the car again.

"You want to go for a drive?" he asked me, grinning sheepishly as he clutched the steering-wheel like the nervous driver of a get-away car.

"Sure," I said. "I knew what Scott wanted. He wanted to drive out by the lake and park the car and neck for a few minutes. I figured that I could handle him. And he was sort of cute, I thought. So I would be willing to neck for a few minutes with Scott if that is what he wanted.

He drove straight to the lake, keeping his eyes on the road as if he were afraid that it would suddenly disappear and the car would go shooting off into space.

Then he pulled up at the edge of the lake and turned off the motor and turned to me and smiled.

"I really like you a lot, Terri," he said.

I was sitting comfortably and safely on my side of the front seat.

"Thank you, Scott," I said. "I like you too."

He began to inch his way toward me. He tried to look lusty and manly, but the expression on his face looked silly to me. He lowered his eyelids and tried to be sexy, but, to me, he looked like he had eaten something that was about to make him puke.

I did not giggle though. I know that much about boys. A girl should never laugh in a boy's face. I will just upset him for no good reason.

But, finally, I could not stand watching him struggle like that, trying to get to my side of the seat. So I glided near him and moved into his arms and put my hand on his neck and kissed him.

Now, you should know this about me. I am not a virgin. I had a torrid affair for two years in my hometown. When I was a junior and a senior in high school, I fucked one of the assistant football coaches regularly. His name was Danny, and Danny was almost thirty and married and fun. He fucked very well, and he had one of the biggest cocks in the world. I did not know that from my own experience. I had never fucked any other guy. But Trudy, my friend, who had fucked a lot of guys, fucked Danny once right before I started my affair with him, and she said that his prick was huge, bigger than any she had ever seen. I took Trudy's word for it. I knew that she was experienced.

But, after I went away to college, I did not fuck any guys. I am not sure why, exactly. I had liked fucking Danny, but, somehow, I knew that none of the boys at college would ever be as good at fucking as he was. After all, Danny was older and he was a coach. The boys in college were merely kids, only boys, I thought. I did not think that they were worth my time. And I wanted to spend my time studying. I wanted to be a good college student.

And I was a good college student. My professors remarked that I was a diligent worker and had a good mind.

And I still went out with guys occasionally, but I would not fuck them, I just could not bring myself to let any college boy put his prick where Danny's big cock had been.

Say it's silly, but that is just the way I am.

Anyway, I kissed Scott, and I was surprised to find out that he was a pretty good kisser. I opened my mouth and he moved his tongue to meet mine and his tongue moved quickly, jabbing and throbbing against my tongue and it felt good. As we kissed, he put his hand on my tit and squeezed it softly and that felt good too. It made me feel all warm and wanted inside. I began to like Scott. I kissed his face and thought that, maybe, I should start fucking again, and maybe I should start my fucking with Scott, who kissed and squeezed so damned good.

I held him close and matched his steady breathing with my own as I considered fucking him. I had no doubt that Scott would fuck if I wanted to fuck. College boys are always ready to fuck, I had learned.

But then Scott did something that turned me off immediately. He spoke to me.

"Terri," he said softly, "you want to do it."

It was his phrase, his "do it," that I hated. He sounded so fucking juvenile when he used those words to describe fucking. He could have said fuck or screw or even make love, and I think I would have done it. But now I decided that I did not want to fuck him. I did not want to fuck him at all.

I pulled away from Scott.

"I don't do that," I said. "I am sorry, but I just don't."

Scott would have no way of knowing that I was really lying to him, for I had not fucked a guy in months, since I had graduated high school and left Danny far behind me. I closed my eyes and quickly thought of Danny. I knew that he probably had another high school girl by now, another willing little chick who would fuck him and love him in that special high school way, that way that he loved so much because he preferred the adoration of a young girl to the love of a real woman. I had not minded it when I was in high school, and I did not mind it now. I did not consider myself a real woman yet. But I would be one before the night was over.

When I told Scott that I did not fuck, he just touched my shoulder and smiled at me. He was very understanding, and I figured that Scott probably got turned down a lot by girls who did not want to "do it" with him.

"That's okay," he said, "I understand. You are only a freshman."

"Yes," I said, looking into his eyes and seeing that there was a little hurt there. But I could not help it. I could not let a boy put his cock into my cunt when he still used a phrase like "do it." I had been fucked by a man, and I did not want to back-pedal my sex life now.

"Maybe when you are a sophomore," he said, hopefully.

"Maybe, Scott," I said softly, "maybe. I like you, Scott. I really do."

And to prove it, I kissed him again.

But, as we kissed, I was thinking that maybe when Scott grew up a little bit and stopped thinking of the sex act as doing it, maybe then I would fuck him, if I wanted to. I could not foresee the future, and I did not want to foresee it. The future is a great adventure for me, and so is the present. That is the way that I like it.

"I will take you back to the dorm, okay," Scott said.

I realized that he was not angry with me. He just did not want to be around me at that moment. He felt bad because I had rejected him and he was a little bit ashamed. So I smiled and kissed him again and nodded.

CHAPTER TWO

I moved back to my side of the seat as he started the motor and pulled away from the lake.

When we got to the dorm, it was still early, only eleven o'clock at night. But I kissed him a quick good night and got out of the car and waved to him as he drove off.

Then I remembered Jenny.

Jenny was a pretty, sexy girl. She had red hair and freckles and big tits and guys really liked her. They were always asking her out on dates. But she never went out with any guys. She said that college boys were not worth her time, and there had been a rumor around about a month before that Jenny was fucking some professor or something. But I did not believe that. I understood that Jenny wanted to spend her time studying and thinking about big subjects, thinking, about questions that the cows in the television room would never even consider, thinking about ideas and problems in life that were very complex.

I had met Jenny a couple of times and she had seemed very nice to me. She was a junior.

So I went to Jenny's room on the fifth floor of the dorm and knocked on her door.

She opened it and smiled when she saw me standing there.

"Hi, Terri," she said"

She was wearing a pair of cut-offs and a T-shirt. I could tell that her big, sexy breasts were free under that white T-shirt, and I liked the way that she looked.

"Are you busy?" I asked, remembering that I was only a freshman and thinking that, maybe, I should not be bothering a junior.

"No," she said, holding the door wide. "I was just doing some reading for pleasure. Come on in."

I went into the room.

All the girls in the dorm had private rooms, but the rooms were little and most of them were pretty messy. But Jenny's room looked nice and neat. Her bed was made and she had prints of great works of art on her walls. I recognized some of them. One was a Rembrandt. Another was by Picasso. A third was by Van Gogh.

"Sit down," Jenny said, offering me a chair next to her little desk.

I sat down in that chair and she sat on the edge of her bed.

"You look very nice, Terri," she said. "Have you been out on a date?"

I looked down, suddenly remembering that I was dressed up. I was wearing a pant suit and a white, ruffled blouse.

"Yes," I said, "I went out with a fellow tonight, but it didn't work out all that well."

"Oh, Terri," Jenny said, leaning forward and taking my hand. "I am sorry. Did he hurt you?"

"No," I said, feeling good that Jenny had expressed such a caring interest in me, "it was nothing like that. He was just immature and that sort of turned me off."

Jenny let go of my hand and leaned hack on the bed and laughed.

"Immature!" she shouted. "They are all immature! They are all silly and they are all in love with their own cocks!"

I laughed too. Jenny had just summed up my feelings about men so well that I could not believe it. �

"Yes," I said, laughing with her, "in love with their own cocks. That is correct."

"I found that out a couple of years ago," Jenny said as her laughter began to die. "That is why I don't even bother dating them any longer. It is a fucking waste of time, Terri."

I stopped laughing, too. I agreed with what she said, but I remembered how good I had felt when Scott had kissed me and how good I had felt once when Danny had fucked me. I felt a vague sense of loss now that I had devoted myself to my studies and had excluded men from my life, and I wanted to know how I could conquer that loss. I thought that maybe Jenny, who was older and more experienced than I was, could help me to fill that gap, could give me some advice on how to live without men.

My voice became soft and serious.

"Jenny," I said, "I want your advice on something."

She sat up again and leaned forward.

"Sure, Terri," she said, "I will be happy to help you in any way that I can. I think you are a very nice girl and I hear from some of the professors that you are very intelligent too."

That made me blush a little. I did not know that professors talked about me in that way.

But I could not let the compliment distract me. I needed help in filling my vague emptiness, the emptiness that had been left by Danny's big cock.

"How do you do it, Jenny?" I asked. "How do you get by without men? I mean-well, have you ever fucked a man?"

I knew that the question was a tricky one and it might offend the girl, but I had to take that chance. When I saw Jenny grin, I knew that I was still on safe ground with her.

"Yea," she said. "I fucked quite a few men during my freshman year here. I fucked-let me see now-eight different men during that year. But they never really satisfied me that much. There was always something missing, and I figured out that what was missing from that fucking was any sense that any of those men cared about, me as a person. Ultimately, I was just-a cunt to them, a cunt and pretty, sexy body. Ultimately, I was just there to turn them on and get them off. That is how they felt about me."

I thought about that for a few seconds. Had that been true with Danny and me? Then I realized that it was true. My relationship with Danny had been a bit more complex than that, because he liked his cunts young and admiring. But, when I graduated high school, he had found another high school cunt to take my place. Yes, I decided, Jenny was right. Men did not respect me as a human being.

"I think that you are right," I said softly. "I have never thought about it in those terms, Jenny, but I think that you are right. I fucked a guy for two years, and I don't think I was ever a real person to him, a person that he would remember as a distinct human being."

I smiled at her.

"I think I am beginning to see it, Jenny," I said.

And Jenny smiled too.

"That is what college is for, Terri," she told me. "College is for seeing things that you have never seen before, experiencing things that you have never experienced before. That is college, and it does not have to happen in the classroom, either."

"Yes," I said softly, agreeing with everything that she said to me.

But the one question still nagged at me. I asked it again.

"But how, Jenny," I asked, leaning forward and looking her in the eye, "how do you keep from feeling that sense of loss. I mean, if you have fucked guys, then you know that it can be fun. Don't you think that it can be fun, Jenny?"

"Yes," she said, "it can be fun, and it can certainly relax you and make you feel good."

"Then how can you get by without that feeling of goodness and relaxation that comes after a good fucking. I think that, once you experience it, you always want to experience it again. I think that I have become sort of addicted to that feeling and I miss it. Even though the guy that I fucked did not think of me as a human being, it was fucking, Jenny, and it did make me feel good."

"Yes, Terri," the redhead said to me, "you do have that sense of loss and you do want something to replace that good, old-fashioned fucking."

"Well, what do you do, Jenny?"

She paused and looked down at the floor. Then she looked back at me.

"Do you really want to know, Terri?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Will you promise that you won't tell anyone else?"

"I promise, Jenny. You can trust me. I swear I will not tell another soul."

"I don't know. You might not be ready for this. You might think that I am strange or perverted in some way."

She took my hands in hers and held them tightly. That made me feel good. I felt warm, knowing that this girl did not want me to think that she was sick or strange. I smiled at her.

"I am ready for it, Jenny," I said, not really knowing what I was talking about, but knowing that what I said was the truth. I wanted to be like Jenny. She had everything that I admired in life-beauty and brains and a way to keep that vague sense of loss from creeping into her mind and her body.

"I won't think you are strange or perverted," I assured her. "I like you, Jenny, and I admire you. I would like to be just like you."

Then it was her turn to blush. She held my hands and looked down at them for a moment and then she told me her secret.

"I make love to other women, Terri."

I did not know what to say. I cannot say that I was really shocked. I knew that some girls made love to other girls, but I had always thought that the girls who did that were the ugly ones who could not get guys. Now I realized that Jenny could get guys. She just did not want them. I looked down at her hands that were holding mine and I liked the feel of her hands on mine for some reason that I could understand. It was several seconds before I spoke to her.

"Does that really help, Jenny?" I asked.

"Yes, it does," she said, still holding my hands. "It helps a lot. I get off with other women, and there is something that is even more important to me. I pick my women carefully. They are sexy and they all care about me as an individual, as a human being. I am more than just a cunt with my women lovers, Terri, and that is what makes them special to me."

For some reason, what Jenny was saying to me was making real sense, more sense than anything else had ever made to me. I kept glancing down at her hands that were holding mine. Her touch was gentle but firm, loving but safe. I think that I knew then that Jenny wanted to make love to me, and I suddenly realized that I wanted to make love to her too. She was special to me, special in a way that no one else had ever been special, even more special than Danny, the assistant coach with the huge cock. I had only been a cunt for Danny, but Jenny had already said that she had heard that I was very intelligent. That made everything warm and close and nice for me.

I looked at her.

"Jenny," I said softly, my voice choking with new passion, "I would like to try that too."

"All right," she said.

"Show me, Jenny," I said, almost pleading with her.

"I will show you, Terri," she said. "It will give me pleasure to show you."

Still holding my hands she moved her face close to mine and kissed me. Her lips were soft on mine, soft and fresh. Her breath was sweet in my face as she pulled away from me.

I had thought that it would take some time for me to get used to kissing her, to touching her, but that first, soft kiss had broken me open as if it were a battering ram. I was used to her touch now, and I wanted her to do more. I wanted to do more too. I wanted Jenny to make love to me and I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to love her as an equal, a willing and yearning, sexy equal.

So I put my face close to hers and I kissed her. I started the second kiss, and, as we kissed, I took my hands out of her grip and put them on her face and touched that soft, freckled flesh with my fingers.

When that kiss was over, I spoke softly to her.

"I want you, Jenny," I said. "I want you more than I have ever wanted anything else in the whole world."

"I want you, Terri," she whispered to me. "I think you are a remarkable person."

That is what really did it. She thought that I was a person, and not, just a cunt.

We stood up together and I hugged her and felt her big tits move against my body. We were almost the same height, so our tits and our lips came together easily. We kissed again, and we held each other. Our mouths opened and Jenny's tongue moved into my mouth and I was delighted to discover that her tongue was quick and darting too, just as Scott's had been. It made me feel even more excited and more at home in her arms.

Then we moved apart and looked at each other. I stared at Jenny's big tits, and I felt a joy run through me, for I knew that soon I would see those tits bare and in all their glory. Soon I would touch those tits and suck on them and make them mine in a very special way.

"Take off your clothes, Terri," the redhead said to me with a smile on her lips. "I want to see you naked and then I want to make love to you."

That is how it should be, I thought. It should be making love, not doing it, not even fucking, because between two women there was no cock to do the fucking. There was only the love, and Jenny and I were about to express that love that we had for one another, that admiration that we felt for one another. To Jenny, I was a unique human being, and to me she was a unique and wonderful person. That is what made the moment so great between us.

I slipped out of my jacket and hung it on the back of the chair. Then I started to unbutton my blouse. My fingers trembled, not because I was stripping for Jenny but because I knew that, in a few moments, she would be stripping for me. I did not know if I could stand the wait. I kept looking at those big breasts that rose and fell in her white T-shirt and I kept wondering what they would look like uncovered and bare and open to my touch and to my kiss. I knew that they would look grand, and I knew that I would not be able to resist them.

I took off my blouse and placed it neatly on the back of the chair. Then I reached behind me and unsnapped my bra. I slipped it off and showed Jenny my dark breasts.

My tits look good. I know that. Danny used to tell me that when I fucked him. They are not as big as Jenny's but they are nice and firm and my nipples are a dark, smoky pink color. When I bared my breasts for Jenny, I looked at her. She smiled at me and I knew that she liked the way that my tits looked too.

I felt very proud of my breasts at that moment.

I unzipped the pants of my suit and let them fall down my legs. I stepped out of them and folded them neatly and put them on the chair in front of me. Then I loosened the straps on my black shoes and stretched out of them. I was wearing panty-hose, and I stood there and modeled them for a moment. I turned around and let Jenny look at my firm, young ass. I looked back at her over my shoulder and gave her my sexiest smile.

Jenny smiled and laughed and applauded me.

"Miss America," she said, chuckling. "The beauty of the nation."

With my back still turned to her, I put my hands under the panty-hose and started to push the flimsy garment down my legs. I would let her see my ass first, I decided, and I would save the big moment, the first view of my pussy, until the end. That would be my finale. It would tease her a little. I looked back at her and I could tell that Jenny liked the teasing. She was grinning at me.

When my ass was bare, I bent over and put my hands on my knees and wiggled my butt for Jenny. Again, she laughed and applauded me.

Then I eased the panty-hose down my legs and gingerly stepped out of them, pulling them off my feet with a certain sense of grace, for I wanted to be graceful in front of Jenny. I wanted her to want me as she had never wanted any woman before.

I kept my back turned to her for a few more seconds, and I could tell by the expression on her freckled face that she was yearning to see my cunt Before I turned to let her see it, I ran my own fingers through my dark patch of pussy hair. The hair was thick and soft, and I was suddenly very proud of it. I thought that it would be the kind of cunt hair that would make Jenny quiver with passionate feelings.

Then I turned quickly. I: parted my legs and raised my arms high over my head and stood there, open and noble and lusty before the young woman that I admired so much, the young woman who would ease my vague sense of loss with her own sexy body and replace the men who had never really cared about me as a person.

When she saw me like that, naked and open and smiling, Jenny broke into a broad, lovely grin and clapped her hands again.

Then I lowered my arms and ran her hands over my tits and down my stomach and thighs. I looked at her with an easy, sexy expression on my face, an expression that told her that I wanted her. Then I spoke to her.

"Now you," I said. "Strip for me. I want to see you naked and then I want to make love to you."

I was repeating her own words to me, and she smiled when I did that.

Jenny began to move back and forth, to sway a bit as she put her hands on her T-shirt. She ran her hands over that white cloth, feeling her own big tits under it, and then she began to pull the T-shirt up her body. She did it slowly, teasing me as I had teased her. The first thing I saw was a bit of freckled flesh, the flesh of her stomach. It looked so sexy and so cute and so warm that I wanted to run to her and kiss that flesh. But I stayed in my place. I did not want to foul up Jenny's little act.

The redhead lifted the T-shirt higher on her body, exposing more flesh. When her stomach was bare, she put her hand on it and rubbed it gently and pursed her lips and cooed to me.

"You will kiss this skin very soon, won't you, Terri?" she said.

"Yes, Jenny, I will."

"I want you to because you are a special individual to me."

"You are a special individual to me too, Jenny."

"You are so human, Terri."

"You are very human too, Jenny."

These words reassured both of us, told each of us that this experience would be more than just a couple of orgasms. It would be an experience shared by two young women who yearned for each other as individuals, as real human beings, as distinct minds and bodies that were unlike any other minds and bodies in the world.

Then Jenny raised her T-shirt higher and, for the first time, I saw those big tits.

They were beautiful!

Jenny's breasts had a few freckles on them, and those freckles seemed to me to be marks from the sun, loving kisses from heaven. Her tits were big but firm and her nipples were pink and cute and sexy.

Jenny pulled the T-shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor next to her. She lifted her arms high and swayed back and forth, letting her big breasts move with her body. Then she put her hands under her tits and raised them up and pointed the nipples at me, as if she were inviting me with them, inviting me to converse with her tits about great ideas. I knew that her tits would welcome me with a friendly and soft manner.

But I stayed where I was. She was not through yet. She was not naked yet. I wanted to stand back and watch her until she was naked. I wanted her to give me the same pleasure that I had given her.

And I knew that she wanted me to wait too.

The sexy redhead moved her hands away from her tits and ran them down her stomach until she could slip one of her hands into her cut-offs. She held her hand there, feeling herself and closing her eyes as she felt herself. She looked so easy and so warm that way that I thought I would cry from happiness because she was doing this in my sight and she was showing me how much I meant to her in that way.

Then she unsnapped the cut-offs and unzipped them and I saw for the first time her pussy hair. It was fiery red and it looked like something wild and savage growing on her body, Jenny ran her fingers through that hair and spoke to me again.

"Your cunt hair is black, Terri."

"Yes," I murmured in agreement.

"Mine is red."

"Yes."

"Black and red go well together, don't you think?"

"Yes."

"I think they made a nice combination."

"Yes."

"I want to kiss your black cunt hair."

"Yes."

"And I want you to kiss my red cunt hair."

"Yes."

"I want us to be together as good and thinking individuals who mean something to each other."

"Yes."

Then she smiled and pushed her cut-offs down her firm, freckled legs. She stepped out of them and dropped them onto the floor and then she stood as I had stood, with her legs spread and her arms high over her head.

Then it was my turn to applaud her.

"You are beautiful," I said with a cheerful grin. "Absolutely beautiful, Jenny."

She lowered her arms and looked at me.

"So are you, Terri. You are beautiful too. I am going to love making love to you."

Then, like dancers, we slowly stepped toward one another. We moved gracefully, and it seemed that we were more graceful because we were naked, that we were more at ease because we were naked, that we were more loving and more yearning because we were naked. As we moved together, I ran my eyes up and down her body and took in all the delights that that freckled, sexy thing held in store for me.

When I was near her again, I reached out and touched her tits. I put one hand on each breast. Jenny was so soft and yet so firm.

And I was so yearning.

Jenny put her hands on my tits and squeezed them. Then she moved her fingers around my nipples, and her touch filled me with desire for this sexy redhead.

We each took our hands away and then Jenny sat down on her very neat bed. I sat down next to her and we sat there and looked at each other for a moment. The sensations that ran through our bodies were too sweet to rush, too tingling to speed up. I liked the look of Jenny's naked body, her big, freckled breasts and her sexy smile and her red hair that seemed so natural there in the room. And I liked the way that she looked at my body, her eyes filled with feverish intensity. I wondered if she had yearned for me before. I wondered if I was now answering some prayer that she had said, a prayer for my young body and my individual humanity naked and near her. I had not even thought about Jenny in this way before, but I had not thought of any woman in this way before.

Jenny put her hand on the side of my face and ran her fingers across my skin. I took that hand in mine and brought it to my lips and kissed a few of the freckles that were there. Her hand was cool and soft and loving and meant for only me on this night of nights.

Then the redhead lifted my hand and brought it slowly to her mouth. She kissed my fingers and licked them and then she opened her red lips and moved one of my fingers into her mouth. She sucked on it as if it were a prick. But it was not a prick. Pricks have no emotions, I thought, but my finger, the finger she held in her cool and sensitive mouth, was filled with emotions and feelings for her. Her mouth was so damp and so loving, so firm and yet so soft.

Her teeth worked over the finger lightly and her tongue jabbed at my flesh.

Then she took that finger out of her mouth and kissed it one last time with her lips. She dropped my hand and pulled away from me and lay back on her bed, her body looking soft and restful. I went to her and lay down on top of her and kissed her again. She held me and ran her fingers up and down my girlish spine and began to move her legs, to rub her flesh against mine, as I kissed her face and smelled the wonderful scent of her clean, red hair.

Then her firm legs were around me and I felt her wet cunt open to me. I began to move against her, to hump her as a man would hump a woman. But I was not a man. I didn't have a prick. I had only emotions and feelings that were meant for Jenny as an individual. Her wet pussy moved against mine, her red hair crushed against my black hair, and we were joined in a special way, in a way that gave us both great pleasure.

We moved together like that for several minutes, soft and yearning and breathing on each other and feeling out cunts mixed together like parts of an exotic recipe of lust. Then we stopped humping each other and Jenny moved her legs down my body slowly and lay still under me. I fell off her body and rolled onto the bed beside her. I knew that it was time for the next experience, the next part of my training and my pleasure. When I was lying on my back, Jenny moved to me and began to suck on one of my nipples. Her mouth was cool and wet there and her tongue was alive with pleasure. My nipple began to grow bumpy and hard with the wet, soft force of her tongue and lips and I ran my fingers through her red hair and moaned a little bit. I closed my eyes and felt the sensations running through me, filling me with warmth and lust for this sexy girl.

Jenny moved her tongue further down my body and licked my stomach, running her wet tongue over my feverish flesh and cooling it. I moved my hips against the air of the room and my soul filled with anxious pleasure for I knew that soon the girl would be at my pussy, would be running that cool tongue into me as no other person had ever run it into me. Danny had always refused to eat my cunt. He would tell me to suck his cock and he would finger out my pussy, but he thought that eating a pussy, even a sweet, clean, young pussy such as mine, was disgusting. He had told me that many times.

But I knew that Jenny would not think it was disgusting. I knew in my heart that her pussy, like mine, was sweet and clean and young and that Jenny would want to eat me. Then I would return the favor and eat her pussy. I knew that I would and I knew that I would enjoy doing that.

As I thought about the sensations that would come to me that night, a new sensation actually swept through my body, a sensation of loving hardness. I opened my eyes and looked down at Jenny. She was still licking my stomach and she was running her tongue through my black pussy hair, but she had her finger in my cunt and she was feeling the wet love that was there. As I said, Danny had fingered me out before, but he had always been a little rough with his finger. Jenny was not rough. She knew just how it felt to have a cunt and to have a finger move into it. She knew what areas, what parts of the pussy were the most sensitive, and she moved her finger around in my box slowly and easily and found those areas that set me on fire with lust for her.

I moaned again and raised my hips and started to fuck her finger, to fuck that soft thing that knew just what it should touch. She let me fuck her finger for a few seconds and then she slipped her finger out of my pussy. I looked down at her and watched her raise that finger, that finger that had been in me, and slip it into her mouth. She sucked on that finger and tasted my special sweetness. Then she put her hand back on my body and took my clit, my throbbing piece of passion, between two of her fingers. She pressed her fingers onto the clit and she ran her fingers over it and she gave me a thrill that I had never known before. I had never even done that to myself. I lifted my hips and moved my head back on my bed and pressed my head into the sheet that covered her bed. I moved my head back and forth, letting the sheet scratch an itch that was in my brain, an itch of lust for this beautiful young woman who was showing me so many things.

Then the pressing and the rubbing and the itching stopped suddenly. I looked down at Jenny again and I was just in time to see her face move to my open pussy, my wet pussy, my yearning pussy.

I spread my legs wide, as wide as I could, as she licked the lips of my vagina. Then that cool, wet, hard but soft tongue darted into me with a quick and passionate motion.

That first lick, that first touch of her tongue on my pussy, made my cunt explode with juices and I moaned loudly with this new sensation.

Her tongue was cool in my hot, juicy lovehole.

And that coolness mixed with the heat in my body and mind to form a new temperature, a temperature that could only be judged by a thermometer of passion. I felt myself climbing higher and higher, working toward the peak of orgasm, and I knew that I would come for Jenny as I had never come before, that my whole soul would be in this orgasm with this sexy, big-titted, intelligent redhead.

Her tongue darted in and out of my pussy, and like the finger that had been there before it, her tongue found the special and most exciting places deep inside me. I squirmed under her tongue and Jenny put her hands on my legs and held me still so that she could give me the ultimate pleasure of my young life. She wanted me to experience it all. I knew that, and I appreciated her kindness and her compassion and her passionate tongue.

When she had drank those love juices that were in my pussy, Jenny brought her tongue up and ran it over my clit. The morsel of flesh ached with the desire that I felt for this woman. When Jenny put her lips around that clit and started to suck on it softly and regularly with a loving but strong power, I thought that I would explode, that I would break open. I felt as if the desire in my body were forcing me to break open like a overstuff box.

And then I came with a low moan that lasted for several seconds, and I thrashed about on the bed and fucked Jenny's mouth as I came. The orgasm rushed through me like lightning and emptied out all of my emotions and all of my passions and left me feeling beautifully empty and peaceful as Jenny ran her fingers over my legs.

Then that part of my lesson in lust was over.

Jenny raised her face from my cunt and smiled at me. I saw the wetness on my lips and I knew that that wetness came from me, from the deepest and most loving part of me. I put my hands on her red hair and rubbed her as I would a dog who pleased me with a trick. She caught the symbolism of my movement and she caught my hand in hers and licked it with her tongue, with that tongue that had been in my pussy, that had tasted my love juices and my orgasm, that had been to deeper parts of me than any tongue had ever been before.

This was an adventure, I thought, a wonderful adventure. Then Jenny started to move up my body, to climb my body as if it were a glorious mountain that she had to scale, and I knew that the most adventurous part of my lesson was yet to come.

I would now go down on Jenny, on the young woman who had given me so much pleasure.

When the sexy redhead was on top of me again, we kissed and I ran my tongue into her mouth and tasted the leftover sweetness that was my own, that was my unique human taste.

Kissing, we turned over, rolled over on the bed, until I was on top of Jenny, my body shivering but resting too, resting on her big tits and her firm but soft flesh.

She spoke to me softly.

"You know what you have to do now, Terri," she said.

"I know," I said with a smile.

"You should do it because you care about me as an individual."

"I do care about you as an individual and I want to do it. I want to taste that special part of you, Jenny."

"Good."

"You tasted a special part of me."

"Yes, I did, and it was sweet, very sweet."

I closed my eyes and kissed her shoulder as she held me and gave me some more of her protecting, sexy lust. Jenny had said that I was sweet, and I could not help but think about Danny had said. The coach had claimed that eating a woman was disgusting. He just did not know what he was talking about, I thought. Eating a woman was one of the sweetest things that a person could do, and now I was going to get my measure of the sweetness from Jenny's red-haired, hot cunt.

I began my movement down her body, gliding over her big freckled tits as if they were clouds, soft and loving clouds. I stopped at them and I kissed her freckles and took one of her pink nipples in my mouth and kissed it. I stuck out my tongue and moved it around the nipple and I felt Jenny make a little jerk and I felt the nipple harden under my t tongue. Then I sucked on the thing. I sucked on it gently and felt the nipple grow bumpy in my lips. I left the nipple then and moved on.

I loved Jenny's freckles. I wanted to kiss and lick every sexy spot on her body, and that night I licked and kissed quite a few of them. When I got to her navel, I ran my tongue into that little hole and again I felt the redhead jerk. I liked that. I was pleasing her and filling her cunt with juices and passion. I knew that I would be a good lover, a good student for Jenny. And I wanted to be a good student. She had given me something that was greater than anything that anyone else had given me, and now I wanted to repay her. I wanted to give her something great too. And, feeling her jerks, I knew that I could.

I ran my tongue over her red bush and felt the soft, fiery hair dampen under me.

With each second, I was coming nearer to her pussy, to her cunt, to that fountain that would give me so much in the way of juice and passion. I yearned to taste that juice, to see just how sweet that Jenny was. But I knew that I could not rush it. I wanted her to start her climb before I began to eat her box. I knew that it would be better for her if she did.

I glanced up at Jenny and I saw that she was holding her big tits in her hands, rubbing them and massaging them and squeezing them as she whimpered with delight.

And she was spreading her legs too. She was spreading them wide, telling me with her movement that she was ready for my tongue, for my cool, quick thing to move into her hole.

I looked again at her fiery red bush and then I moved my face to her pussy and ran my tongue around the lips on that hole. They tasted sweet and they were wet with juices. I tried to remember what Jenny had done to me, what she had done to raise me to the pinnacle of orgasm. I recalled the special delight that she had given me with her finger and I pushed the middle finger of my hand slowly into her hot, wet box.

She gasped at that first entrance and her body twitched as mine had twitched. I put my free hand lightly on her stomach to hold Jenny down and then I began to search out those darkest and most exciting places in her pussy.

Her moans became more jagged and more uneven and I knew that she was climbing.

I took my finger out of her juicy pussy and looked at it. It gleamed with the wetness that was a special part of Jenny. I put that finger in my mouth and sucked on it, tasting for the first time another woman's love juice. I was right, I thought. Jenny was sweet and clean. Her juices tasted like something that came from the deepest ocean, something exotic and expensive and eternally sweet.

When I had sucked my finger and tasted that cream, I knew that I was ready and I knew that Jenny was ready. I lowered my face to her open pussy and moved my tongue into her quickly.

The taste of her cunt exploded in my mouth and my head and all her sweetness seemed to swirl around me. I could think of nothing else. I was alone in the universe and only Jenny's pussy was important to me at that special, wonderful, delicious moment.

I lapped her quickly, using my tongue as expertly as I could, quickly running it to all the areas of her pussy and pressing it back as far as I could into her tasty hole. Jenny moved under my mouth and squirmed with the passion that my tongue was giving her. I put my hands on her legs and rubbed her flesh with my fingers, giving her another tingling feeling even as I held her down.

Then I moved my tongue up to her clit and I battered that piece of flesh with the red, cool, hard, quick thing that came from within me. Her clit seemed to be fighting back, to be flexing itself against my tongue. And then I moved in on that juicy morsel and closed my lips around it and started to suck with a gentle, rhythmic movement. Jenny's clit was sweet, the sweetest part of her.

"Oh," she said softly.

And then she said nothing else.

In her silence, her body seemed to go insane. It churned and moved violently against me, fighting me and loving me. She ran her fingers through my hair. And then she came, flexing her muscles and pressing my face against her pussy.

When she relaxed a few seconds later, I knew that the orgasm was over. I took my mouth off the clit and looked up at her. I did not ask her the question that was really on my mind at that moment. But I did not have to ask it. She answered it in a soft but sweet voice.

"You were fantastic, Terri," she said, smiling down on me as I rested there between her legs. "You were about the best that I have ever had."

Then she looked at me in a playful way, feigning suspicion.

"Are you sure that this is your first time?" she asked.

I grinned and nodded my head.

"Wow!" she said with a sigh. "That is hard to believe. You were so great."

"I guess it just came naturally to me," I said.

Then I lay my head on her body and felt her damp, red cunt hair under my cheek. I spoke softly to her.

"Jenny," I said, "who taught you?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she murmured.

I did not look at her. I was resting there on her bush. But I spoke to her.

"I would believe anything now. I would believe anything that you told me."

"Well," Jenny said slowly, obviously pondering whether she should tell me her secret, "you know her."

Then I did look up, my eyes filled with delight and curiosity.

"Tell me, Jenny. Tell me. I want to try her too."

"You do?"

"Yes. I want to try a lot of women."

She smiled down at me.

"Well, I am sure that she would enjoy trying it with you. Maybe we could both go to visit her tomorrow night."

"That would be great!" I said.

I still did not know who the woman was, but I was willing to visit her with Jenny, for I knew that any woman who could get Jenny into bed would have to be sexy and intelligent and sweet.

"Who is it?" I asked again.

"Nancy Berlin," the redhead said with a grin.

"Wow!"

That did surprise me. Nancy Berlin was the attractive, blonde woman who taught my freshman English class. She was a member of the faculty at the college and she was very smart. She was also my favorite instructor.

"Nancy Berlin," I sighed, still surprised by the information.

"Yes," Jenny said.

"Is she good in bed?"

"She is great."

"And can we really visit her tomorrow night?"

"I will see her tomorrow afternoon and find out for sure. I will tell her that I have a surprise visitor for her."

"Yes," I said softly, "but don't tell that it is me."

"It is I," Jenny corrected me ... I blushed a bit.

"You have to watch that if you are going to go to bed with an English teacher," Jenny cautioned me, "especially an English teacher as sexy as Nancy is."

"Yea," I murmured.

"I won't tell her that you are the one who is coming over to see her with me. I will let that be a surprise for Nancy," Jenny assured me.

I rested my head on her freckled body again and thought about Nancy Berlin. She was going to have the surprise of her life tomorrow night, I thought, and I was going to enjoy giving her that surprise.

CHAPTER THREE

We went the next night.

As we walked, we talked about Nancy.

"I told her this afternoon that I would have a surprise for her," Jenny said, "and she seemed very anxious to see what it was."

I giggled because I knew that the surprise for Nancy Berlin was me-pardon me, was I.

"I never thought," I said softly, "that Nancy Berlin would be the type to-"

I paused, unsure of how to say it. The day before I would have said that Nancy Berlin had never looked like a dyke to me, but things were different now. My consciousness was being raised and my spirit was growing inside my lustful body.

I spoke again, trying to work myself out of this comer.

"Of course, I never thought that you would be the one to introduce me to this kind of love, either," I said to Jenny.

She smiled at me, understanding, I suppose, my confusion in language. She had probably felt the same confusion not so many months before.

"Yes," she said, "you would be surprised to find out what girls make it with other girls. We are not all built like bulls and we do not all despise men. As for me, I just think that men are basically useless, but I still get along with them."

"I wonder if that is true of men too," I said, thinking aloud to my new friend and sexy lover. "I wonder if men who love men are better men for it."

"Honestly," Jenny said, "I don't think so. I have met a few real homosexual men and I think they are probably even more worthless than straight men."

"Really?"

"Yes. Now I can't judge them all. That would be a mistake to lump them together into one group, but the few that I have gotten to know well seem to incorporate all the bad points of women and men. They are bitchy and flighty like the worst homecoming queens and they are also strangely macho and brutal like the most stupid football players. I just don't like them much."

"Oh," I said.

"But you will meet some, I am sure. You make your own judgment on each of them as individuals."

"I will," I promised. But I also knew that I would probably feel the same way that Jenny did. I did not like bitchiness in anyone, men or women.

What I did like was the feeling that Jenny gave to me, the strange, comforting, easy feeling of womanly love. She was sexy and she was intelligent, but she was too good for men, I thought. Men could not really appreciate her as she should be appreciated.

While I was thinking over these things, we came to the apartment complex where Nancy lived. We walked up a couple of flights of stairs and went to a door that was marked with a number, 36. Jenny turned to me.

"This is where she lives."

I was suddenly a little nervous. I had never visited a faculty member at home before, and this visit was more than just a visit. This was going to be a session of love and lust.

And I thought about how Nancy Berlin was so remarkable in class, how she illuminated every subject that she discussed in a special way. And I thought of how surprised she would be to see me standing there on this chilly night.

Jenny knocked on the door. Nancy opened it and looked at Jenny. Then she saw me standing there and her eyes grew wide with surprise.

"This is my surprise," Jenny told her. "Terri is one of us now."

I liked that. I liked being one of them. I liked belonging to the special group that had such members as Nancy and Jenny.

Nancy smiled at me.

"I am glad that you have joined us, Terri," she said.

Then she stood aside and let Jenny and me enter her apartment.

When we were inside, Nancy shut the door and looked at me again. She had seen me many times but I knew that now she was looking at me with new eyes, as I was seeing her in a fresh way at this moment. She had long, blonde hair and a firm, thin body. Tonight, she wore a dressing gown and her I could see much of her pale throat under that gown. It looked sweet and feminine, and her smile-the smile that she was giving me-looked fresh and girlish, like a little girl who was smiling at her new playmate. And, indeed, I thought, I was Nancy's new playmate in a very special way.

Jenny began to explain my presence there to the teacher.

"Terri and I made it last night for the first time, and she was great. She had never done that before, but, Nancy, she was remarkable. She is a natural."

"I bet she is," Nancy said, looking at me as I took off my coat.

Jenny and I were both dressed in the same way. We were wearing jeans and shirts. Neither of us wore any underwear. Jenny had told me that such garments would just be a waste of time, as we would no doubt be naked soon after we arrived at Nancy's apartment.

Jenny took off her coat too and we handed out coats to Nancy as Jenny continued to talk to her, to explain my ability and my wishes to her in a voice that was husky with passion.

"She was so great, and, after we were through, she asked who had taught me. She said that she wanted to make it with whatever woman taught me, and then I told her the truth. I figured that you would like her very much."

"I am sure that I will," Nancy said as she opened the closet and began to hang up our coats.

Then I spoke and told her a bit of my own desires.

"I want to make it with every beautiful woman that I can make it with. I want this to be a great adventure for me. It was so good with Jenny that I thought it would have to be good with other women too."

Nancy grinned at me.

"I am sure that any beautiful woman would want you too, Terri," she said. "You are something special. I have known that all semester, since you first sat down in my class."

I blushed when she complimented me in that way and felt very proud of myself, for I knew that, with Nancy and Jenny, I was something special-something more special than I had ever been in my life.

All of the shades were drawn across the windows in the apartment. Nancy bolted the door from the inside and walked to a knob on the wall and turned it. The lights in the room dimmed and the room was smothered in a dark, romantic glow. I liked that, and I knew that Nancy was preparing the room for Jenny and for me. Especially for me, I thought. I was the new kid there, the new experience for the sexy, blonde instructor. She had had Jenny before and she would pay attention to me on this night in order to see what I was made of, in order to teach me some tricks that only an experienced woman could teach.

When the room was ready, Nancy loosened her robe and dropped it off her body and stood there, blonde and thin and naked and lovely in the glow of the lights. She looked up toward the ceiling, and I thought that she looked like some fine piece of art, a beautiful woman in all of her bright and meaningful nudity, a woman of spirit and or passion and of intelligence. I looked at Jenny and saw that the redhead was unbuttoning her shirt. I started to unbutton mine. It was time to be naked in that room, I thought, time to be lusty with Nancy, the teacher and the beauty.

Jenny and I pulled off our shirts at the same moment, but Nancy did not look at us. She continued to look up, at the ceiling. She stood very still, like a statue, like a goddess. Jenny and I slipped out of our shoes and then loosened our jeans. We moved together like dancers who had planned this movement, this strange sort of ritual. I felt that we were somehow worshipping Nancy as we stripped, as we made ourselves ready for her. That worship filled my soul with a special, warm feeling.

Jenny and I pushed our jeans down our legs and stepped out of them. We pulled off our wool socks and then we were both naked. I glanced at Jenny and saw that she was still looking at Nancy, waiting for the teacher to move, waiting for Nancy to start the real action. I turned my eyes to the still woman and waited too.

Finally, Nancy looked at us. She viewed Jenny and then she moved her eyes to me. She took me in with such a sexy look that I felt myself shiver with pride and desire for her.

"Jenny," she said, still staring at me, "we must do something special for her. We must let her know how much we both appreciate her. She will be the center of attention tonight."

Jenny spoke softly.

"That is what I thought too, Nancy."

"Do you want to be the center of attention tonight, Terri?" the woman asked me.

"Oh, yes," I said, "yes, Nancy, make me the center of attention."

My voice was soft and husky, and I realized that I had called Nancy by her first name. I had never called a teacher by her first name before, but, of course, I had never been naked with a teacher before. And Nancy was so beautiful when she was naked. Her skin was white like ivory and her tits were small and firm and her bush was light in color too. I thought about that bush for a moment and I thought that the three of us-well, were just like a rainbow of feminine lust and love.

Nancy reached out and took Jenny's freckled hand and led the big-titted girl to the couch at the corner of the room. They sat down there together and looked at me and smiled to me.

"Come to us, Terri," Nancy said.

I walked slowly to them and stood in front of them, feeling proud of my sexy body and anxious because I did not know what they were planning to do with me. I wondered if Jenny knew what Nancy had planned. Perhaps she did not, I thought, perhaps she was only going to go with the flow and follow the instructor's orders. I did not mind it that Nancy was in charge of the evening. She was the leader, for she was the oldest of the three of us and she was the real teacher.

Suddenly, I realized that what she would teach me on this night would be much more important than anything that she would teach me in a classroom. What she was teaching me tonight was filled the facts and the theories that she gave to the class. This was the ultimate fact to me, for it was the fact that women could find their solace with other women and enjoy other women in a way that would make their lives complete.

"Lie down across our laps," Nancy told me, as she sat there on the couch and put her arm around Jenny.

They were sitting very close to each other, so close that their naked bodies seemed to melt together in my mind until Nancy and Jenny were just one massive, sexual thing, a beautiful thing that was meant for me because I was the center of attention of this night.

I moved close to them and lay down across their legs. I lay on my back and let them move their legs apart so that they could hold me there comfortably and easily. I moved close to them and I felt their cunt hair, light and red, rub against the soft flesh of my body.

As I looked at them from this angle, they looked like giants, big, sexy things that were meant just for me on that night. I rested my head on Nancy's lap and my back on Jenny's lap and I stretched my legs across the couch until I was comfortable there. I sighed as I felt their flesh against mine and I reached out and touched Nancy's tit with my finger.

She smiled down at me.

As she smiled, she glanced at Jenny, and the redhead seemed to read her thoughts, to know exactly what Nancy wanted her to do. She slipped her freckled hand between my thighs and moved her finger up to my pussy. I spread my legs slightly to give her room to do what she wanted to do with me-what I wanted her to do too.

And then I raised my head and put her arms around Nancy and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked on that tit while Jenny moved her finger into my cunt and began to play in there. I felt myself growing wet with Jenny's expert movement and I sucked more diligently on Nancy's firm, teacher-like nipple. It tasted sweet and clean and it was soft yet hard in my mouth.

Nancy put her hand on my neck and held me there to her breast as a mother would hold a child.

Then I stopped sucking the nipple and began to move my lips and tongue up her tit, kissing and licking her soft skin. She guided me up with the hand that was on my neck until our faces met and we kissed. Her lips were soft on mine, and I thought of all the knowledge that had come from those lips in the classroom. This knowledge, I thought, the knowledge that was coming silently from her lips at that moment, was more important than any lecture that she had ever given me. I put my arm around her neck and held her close and deepened our kiss as Jenny worked more furiously in my cunt with her finger. I loved that. It seemed that I was getting sensations from two different parts of my body-my lips and my cunt-at the same time, and those sensations were churning and mixing inside me. And then I thought that that was only right. After all, I was the center of attention tonight. Nancy had proclaimed that. And the center of attention deserved all the sensation that she could get from these two sexy, loving women.

When the kiss was over, Nancy held me to her and I felt Jenny's arms go around my body. Then the two women stood up slowly and gracefully, holding me there. They carried me as if I were a wounded comrade that they were taking from the field of battle. They carried me to the bedroom of the apartment.

Riding there in their arms, feeling their hot flesh against my own, I felt safe. I knew that they would not drop me. I knew that they would handle me with care, for they both cared about me and they both wanted my sexy body and my lust on this night of nights.

When we were in the bedroom, a room that was dimly lit like the living room had been, Jenny and Nancy gently lowered me to the bed. I lay there on my back and they looked down on me.

Then Nancy spoke to me again.

"You are something special to us, Terri," she said, glancing at Jenny and then watching as Jenny nodded her head. "You are very special and we want to give you all the pleasure that we can give on this night. You are now a member of this society and you will learn just what women can do for other women."

"Yes," I murmured, looking up at them as they smiled down upon me, "I want to learn as much as I can from both of you."

Nancy and Jenny sat down on the edge of the bed and put their hands on my body. Four hands-two pure white and two freckled-touched my flesh softly and twenty fingers worked their way over my nude form. It was as if they were molding a piece of clay into something beautiful and eternal, and, in a way, I thought, they were. They were molding me into a new woman and I would be better for the molding.

And then, still touching me, Nancy climbed over my body so that she was on one side of me and Jenny was on the other side. When I was surrounded like that, when I was in reality the center of attention, Nancy lowered her face to mine and kissed my cheeks and my forehead and my hair. Finally, her lips met mine again and we kissed passionately. I put my hands on her neck and held her lips to mine as I opened my mouth and let her tongue move into me.

As we kissed, I felt Jenny's lips on my body too. I knew that she was kissing my stomach and working her way down to my pussy. I recognized the feeling that I had had the night before, when Jenny had first done that to me. I wanted the redhead to eat my pussy again, but, mostly, I wanted to concentrate on Nancy, the new woman in my life. I wanted to know what she felt like and what she desired from me. Kissing me, Nancy ran her hand over my tit and touched my nipple with her finger. That touch, that light, feathery feeling on my nipple, made me gasp a little as the excitement shot through my body.

When Nancy moved away from me for a second, I glanced down at Jenny. She was between my legs and she was lowering her mouth to my pussy. That first lap of her hard, cool tongue added to my excitement. I had never felt like this before, for I had never had so many sensations in my body at the same time before.

Nancy began to suck on my tit, to lick it and kiss it and then pull on it with her lips.

And Jenny drove her tongue deep into my pussy.

Nancy moved to the other nipple of my body as Jenny touched my clit with her tongue.

Nancy ran her fingers over my stomach and my throat as Jenny ran her fingers over my thighs and my legs.

The sensations were coming from a thousand different directions at once, and they were all pleasing me and making me hot with desire and lust and proud that these two beautiful women were doing this to me at the same time, that they both thought so much of me and wanted me so much, that they both were dedicated to giving me pleasure for the next few precious moments.

It was like a dream!

It was like heaven!

It was warm and cool and hot and cold and soft and hard and tender and harsh. It was everything that I had ever felt in my life and it was more than that too. It was a special kind of love.

It was a feeling that I wanted to have for the rest of my life.

I lifted my legs and put them over Jenny's freckled shoulders so that my cunt was higher and so that she could suck on my clit more easily. Then I ran my fingers through Nancy's blonde, soft hair. I did not think. I was too busy feeling to think. I just lay there and moaned and waited for the coming that I knew would be in my body at any moment. And I knew too that this orgasm would be even better than the one that I had had the night before with just Jenny. For now there were two women working on me, two women who cared for me as an individual spirit, two women who wanted to give me pleasure.

And then I did come with a low moan and a shivering in my body.

Both Nancy and Jenny recognized it when it happened and they continued to work on my hot, naked body until my orgasm was over, until I was resting there and sinking down to earth again as if I were on a cloud.

Only then did the two women move away from me. Jenny came up from between my legs and lay with her head on one side of mine. Nancy lay with her head on the other side. They both looked at me and smiled and they reached out and held hands and rested those locked hands on my stomach.

The three of us lay like peaceful babies for a few moments, not speaking, only smiling at one another in delight and passion.

Then, when I was rested, I knew that I would have to do something for them. I knew that I would have to repay them for the pleasure that they had given me, and I immediately knew what I was going to do.

I pulled their hands apart and gently slipped down the bed. When I was at the foot of the bed, I gently pulled on their legs. The naked women took my signal and came together, lay next to each other on the soft, white sheet.

Nancy smiled down at me. She knew what I had in mind.

"But, Terri," she said, "you only have one tongue."

I spoke to her with girlish pride.

"You won't be so sure of that in a moment," I promised.

She laughed and Jenny laughed.

But I did not laugh. I knew how I would do it.

I touched the women and I pressed them as close together as I could. A pale, white leg and a freckled leg were close, and two other legs were spread out on the bed, so that the cunts were open to me at a strange and interesting angle.

I quickly decided which one to start with.

After all, Nancy was the faculty member.

I lowered my lips to her light-colored hair and licked that hair, tasting its light softness and then I took a deep breath and took her warm aroma into her nostrils. She smelled like the ocean too, just as Jenny had smelled the night before. It was then that I came up with a concept: women are things of the ocean and the ocean is big and restful. Women were meant to float on.

It may sound silly, but that is what I thought. Remember, I took a lot of English classes. I have even written some poetry in the last year or so, since I was first introduced to feminine sex.

Anyway, I ran my tongue deep into Nancy's slit and I felt the first spasm run through her body. Then I moved my face quickly to Jenny's cunt and licked it and drove into it. She shivered too.

I worked like that, back and forth from Nancy to Jenny and back again, for several minutes, feeling them both move as they enjoyed my tongue, feeling the pleasure that ran through both bodies. In my mind, they became one body again, half freckled and half ivory white, a beautiful body with two gaping pussies that beckoned my tongue to come in, with two throbbing clits that wanted my lips to surround them, with two kinds of moaning pleasure that mixed into one as I played with each of them.

I had to keep working quickly in order to make sure that both of them felt what they deserved to feel, and I wondered if they would come together. I hoped that they would.

I also wondered if I would be able to keep up this quick work, this hard work, trying to please two women at once. But I found new sources of energy and new sources of strength to help me in my task with the women. And I compare the tastes of their pussies. Nancy's, I thought, was a bit stronger, a bit more fruitful in its taste, but they both tasted good and sweet and they both were meant especially for me on that night.

My strength grew as I looked up at them. The two women had moved together. I knew that they had done that because I had seen the change in the angle of their cunts, but, when I looked up, I was surprised and happy to see that Jenny and Nancy were in each other's arms, were kissing each other passionately. I could see their tongues move back and forth from one mouth to another as I moved back and forth from one cunt to another.

And then their bodies began to twitch with the peak of desire that filled both of them, that I was giving to both of them.

I knew that they were both going to come.

They were moving together now and my face was pressed between them. I just had room to turn it from one cunt to another and lick and suck the clits as they both moaned and thrashed together. I was gloriously covered with their cunts as I turned around and lay on my back and kept my tongue moving in and out of my mouth. They moved their clits and their cunts to me by then.

And then they came with two similar squeals of pleasure and delight.

Finally, they pulled apart and looked down on me. I turned and looked up at them and smiled my most devilish, little smile.

"My god, Terri," Nancy said, "you do have two tongues, don't you?"

"It certainly seemed like she did," Jenny murmured.

I stuck out my one tongue and showed it to them. Then I put it back in my mouth and spoke to them with a giggle.

"It is magic," I said. "The other tongue only appears when I really care for two people at the same time. That is what works it. I have no real control over the magic at all."

We all laughed at that and then the two women reached down and coaxed me up their bodies and kissed me playfully and lovingly.

Later, as we rested, I turned to Nancy.

"Who taught you?" I asked.

"Some woman who was very nice to me when I was younger," she said wistfully. "I had her before I got old."

"Oh," Jenny said, kissing Nancy's face, "you are not old."

"I am thirty," the woman announced.

"Thirty is not old," I said with a grin. "Now thirty-one is old."

It was a joke and it made Nancy laugh.

After the laughter was over, I asked her another question.

"Who else have you had in this town, Nancy? I want to know. I want to have another beautiful woman who will teach me even more."

Nancy thought about it for a moment and then she said just one word. "Donna."

"Who?" I asked.

"Donna," she repeated. "Donna Morrison."

I had heard of Donna Morrison. She was a leading member of society, and her picture was in the local paper regularly. She was the young, beautiful widow of one of the wealthiest men in town.

"Donna Morrison," I murmured, relishing the prospect. Then I asked Nancy another question.

"How can I get to her, Nancy?"

The teacher rubbed my head and grinned at me.

"I do not think that you will have any problem," she said. "You are such a pretty, little sexpot that I am sure that Donna Morrison will want you even more than you want her."

I thought of that word that she had used. Sexpot. I liked that word.

"I am the sexpot," I said, "and the sexpot is me."

"Is I," Nancy corrected me.

Jenny heard that and she started to giggle. We all laughed there and hugged each other.

And I began to form my plans to get Donna Morrison in bed.

CHAPTER FOUR

Donna Morrison lived in one of the biggest houses in the town and it was surrounded by a high brick wall. For days, I tried to think of some way that I could get into that house. I knew that, if I could get in, I could get Donna Morrison in bed.

But how do I get in?

I went to the library and looked through back issues of the local newspaper. I researched Donna Morrison. And, as I researched, I studied the photographs of her that ran with the stories about her. She was beautiful. She had dark hair and a full mouth. Her smile was dazzling and her eyes were constantly giving photographers a come-hither look. I found out that Donna Morrison was thirty years old. She had been born in poverty. Her father died when she was a baby and her mother supported herself and her child by working as a seamstress. When Donna graduated high school, she won a scholarship to college, and, when she graduated college, she married James Russell Morrison, the wealthiest man in town. She was twenty-two years old at the time and he was sixty-seven. He died two years later.

Donna, the widow, let her husband's business partners run her financial interests. She expressed no interest at all in money, but then she had so much of it that she did not have to be interested in it. Instead, she worked for charity. She helped to add a wing to the town museum and she was the director of the hospital's charity drive.

And, she told newsmen who interviewed her, she had no interest in marrying again. She said the same thing over and over again.

"I loved Jim more than I could ever love any other man. Why should I settle for something that is less than what I had with him."

If the town had a queen, I thought, as I read over those articles, it was Donna Morrison. And Donna Morrison liked to make it with other beautiful women.

Of course, I had not learned that from the newspapers. Nancy had told me that, and she had described to me in some detail how she had met Donna Morrison.

They had become friends when they both served on a committee for the museum, and Donna had often invited Nancy to her house for tea. Then, one afternoon Donna dropped the bombshell on the young college instructor. She had learned that Nancy liked women, she said, and she had learned that by having Nancy followed by private investigators.

At first, Nancy had been shocked and she wondered if Donna was going to use that information to make the college fire Nancy. But then Donna had smiled at her and had apologized for hiring private investigators to look into Nancy's private life. But, you see, she said, she just had to be sure, because she liked to make love to women too. And Nancy need not worry. The investigators were well-paid and very discreet. No one would ever find out from them about Nancy's private life. After all, Donna explained, the investigators knew about her private life and no one had ever found out about her.

Then Nancy had felt better, she told me, and somewhat honored that this wealthy, beautiful woman would go to so much trouble just to find out if Nancy would go to bed with her. Nancy, Of course, agreed to make it with Donna and they had spent two weeks together on an island in the Pacific during the next summer. Donna had paid for the whole trip and no one had ever found out about it or about what Donna and Nancy did on that island.

"We stayed in bed for almost the whole two weeks," Nancy told me. "It was wonderful and it was the best two weeks that I have ever spent."

But, after that trip, Nancy's relationship with Donna had cooled somewhat. Neither of the women wanted to make the other a full-time lover. They both wanted their freedom and they both had to be very careful and very discreet. So Nancy went back to sleeping with students like me and Jenny, and Donna went back to doing whatever it was that she did in that big house. Nancy said that she felt a little sorry for Donna. She sensed that the wealthy, beautiful woman was very lonely in that house.

And I decided that I would cure her loneliness, at least for one afternoon,

Nancy had told me that Donna Morrison could teach me a lot about lesbian love if only I could get near to her and she also gave me permission to use her name if that would help to get me into the house.

I thought about it for days. I could not just call up and say that I was a friend of Nancy Berlin's and that I wanted to go to bed with her. I had to find some other way to get inside that house and into that wealthy, sexy pussy that was Donna Morrison.

Finally, I hit upon a plan.

I read that Donna Morrison was very interested in art and that she loved to talk about paintings and painters.

So I called her and left a message with her butler.

I was a college student, I told him, and I would like to come up and discuss the work of Van Gogh with Mrs. Morrison. I was doing a research project on Van Gogh, I said, and I had read that she had some rare letters that he had written to his brother, Theo.

The butler explained that Mrs. Morrison did not have the original letters. She only had copies. But he was sure that she would agree to talk to me about the famous painter and his work.

He told me to call back the next day.

And when I did call back he told me that Mrs. Morrison would be happy to see me that afternoon at four o'clock if that would be convenient with me.

I told him that it would be very convenient.

That afternoon, I got into Donna Morrison's huge house and the butler led me into the library, a giant room in the middle of the mansion.

I had dressed in a very sexy outfit. I wore a short, black dress and black stockings and black boots. The dress was tight on my body and showed off my tits very well. When I was ushered into Donna's presence, I noticed the way that she looked at me, the way her eyes ran up and down my body, and I knew that I had the game won with her. She would be in bed with me within a matter of minutes.

She was even more beautiful in person than in her photographs. That afternoon, she had her dark hair tied back in a bun and I could see the curves of her face very well. She was wearing a white, ruffled blouse and a black skirt, and she was sitting on a sofa in the middle of the library, looking over some papers.

When I entered, she stood up and walked toward me with her hand held out.

I shook that hand and looked at her full, red mouth. Her lips seemed to be so kissable and so wonderful. I wanted to start making love to her right then. But I could not. I had to wait until the time was right and she was prepared for my advances.

"You are Terri?" she asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Morrison."

"Please," she said, leading me back to the sofa, "call me Donna."

I liked that. It was another sign that she would be easy for me.

We sat on the sofa and Donna looked up and noticed that the butler was still standing by the opened door.

"Would you care for anything to drink, Terri?" she asked me. "Some coffee or tea or perhaps a cocktail?"

"No thank you, Mrs.-uh, Donna," I said politely and sweetly.

She looked at the butler again.

"Then that will be all, Harvey," she said.

The butler left the room and closed the door behind him. We were alone and I felt my heart take a little leap in my chest as I looked at the beautiful, young woman again and thought about the lust that I could work up for her. I also thought about all the money that she had, the money that she had gotten by marrying the right, old man, and I suddenly wondered if she had really loved James Russell Morrison.

But she wanted to talk about Van Gogh.

"Well, Terri," she said, sitting back on the sofa and putting her arm on the back of the fancy piece of furniture, "what do you want to know about Van Gogh?"

"Well, Donna," I said, "I am doing a paper on Van Gogh's use of symbolic light in his drawings and sketches."

"Really?"

"Yes, and Miss Nancy Berlin told me that you would know more about that subject than anyone else in town."

"Oh," she said with a smile, "do you know Nancy?"

"She is my English teacher," I said. I paused and then added with a shy grin, "We are very close, if you know what I mean."

She knew what I meant.

"Oh," she said, nodding her head and pursing her lips, "very close, eh?"

"Very close."

"Just how close, Terri?"

Her voice was soft, as if we were both involved in some sort of conspiracy, and, in a way, we were, for we both were part of a secret society of women in that town-women who loved other women.

"We are about as close as two women could be, Donna," I said, with new. strength in my voice, knowing that I did not have to keep the secret now, knowing that Donna understood my real objective now. "We are about as close as two women can be when they are naked and in bed together."

The wealthy, beautiful woman just smiled.

"I assume that Nancy has told you about her relationship with me," she said.

"Yes," I said, "that is why I am here."

"Then you don't really want to know about Van Gogh."

"Oh, I want to know about Van Gogh. I am very interested in his work, but, right now, I am more interested in you, Donna."

When I said that, I reached out and ran my finger through the ruffles on her blouse, feeling her breasts as she breathed so easily.

"Well, Terri," the woman said, "you are very sexy, and I am interested in finding out more about you too."

I looked around the library.

"Would you like to find out here, Donna?"

"No," the woman said softly, "I think my bedroom would be more comfortable for both of us. Don't you agree?"

I smiled.

"Yes, Donna, I agree."

She stood up and took my hand and I stood up too.

"My servants are very discreet," she said. "They are paid to be discreet."

Holding hands, we walked out of the library and up a huge flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs, Donna opened a door and we walked into the white bedroom.

The wealthy woman closed the door behind us.

"The servants will not disturb us," she said softly. "They understand my needs."

I looked around the room. It was big and it looked pure. The bed was covered with a white spread and it looked like four or five people would be able to sleep there comfortably without even touching one another I turned to her and I asked my first question, beginning my study of Donna Morrison as a person.

"The bedroom is very nice, Donna," I said in an appreciative way. "Do you invite many women up here?"

"Not as many as I would like," the woman said with a genuine sense of sorrow in her voice. "I have to be very careful. For example, the only reason that I have let you come up here so quickly, without having you checked out first, is because you mentioned Nancy's name and because I am so lonely. And, of course, because you are so sexy too."

With that, she kissed me, gave me a little peck on the lips.

I smiled at her. "You are beautiful, Donna," I said softly, looking deep into her eyes.

"Thank you," she said with a grin.

Then she stepped away from me and walked across the room toward the bed. I followed her and asked another question.

"Did you love your husband, Donna?"

I thought that she might be shocked by that question, that I might be getting too personal too quickly, but I had to take the chance. For some reason, it was very important to me to know the answer to that question, although I did not really care what the answer was. She stood by the bed and started to unbutton her blouse as she answered me.

"Yes," she said, "I loved him a great deal. I did not marry him for his money. I married him because he seemed to care about me more than any other person had ever cared about me."

She pulled off her blouse and continued to speaking. I stared at the tits that were now held by the bra.

"When he died, I felt that my whole world was gone, shattered. I felt lost. I did not know what to do with my life. So I did just what many wealthy widows do. I went on a world cruise. I took off and spent almost a whole year traveling from country to country, and then, in Pakistan of all places, I met Gretchen."

"Gretchen?" I asked. "Tell me about Gretchen, please, Donna."

She took off her bra and I looked at her tits. They were full and firm and lovely. But then she stopped undressing and sat down on the edge of the bed. She smiled at me. I could tell that she was happy that I actually wanted to know her, to hear her story. I walked to the bed and sat down next to her and took her hands in mine and repeated my request.

"Tell me about Gretchen, Donna."

She looked into my eyes and started her story.

"Gretchen was a young woman and she had been married to a missionary in Pakistan, a doctor who had spent his life fighting disease in the most rural areas of that very impoverished country. But her husband had died too. He had died of some disease that he had battled for so many years, and Gretchen was left alone.

"I guess she could have returned to England. She was from England and she would have been happy to go back there, I think. But she did not go back. She stayed with the people that her husband had cared for and she cared for them too. She was a nurse and she was very pretty.

"When I met her, I was feeling very low, very depressed, and I had even considered suicide. I met her through a friend of my husband's who was living in Pakistan. He gave a party for me and Gretchen came to that party. I was immediately attracted to her. She was very tanned and she had long, blonde hair and she had a strong, healthy, happy look. That look intrigued me because I had heard that she had suffered the loss of a husband, as I had. I wondered how she could be so happy about that. So I started to talk to her and I confessed to her that I was depressed, very depressed by the death of my husband. We went away from the others and we talked through the night, and, finally, about three o'clock the next morning, when everyone else was asleep, when the party was over and all the guests had gone home, we were sitting on the terrace of my friend's house and Gretchen told me how she had overcome her own depression.

"She told me that she had found another woman to love."

Donna stopped talking, but I wanted to know more. I wanted to understand Gretchen too, this woman whom I would probably never meet. I wanted to know this woman as well as I was to know Donna.

"Tell me more about her, Donna," I said softly.

"She had an interesting theory," Donna said a little dreamily. "She said that she could never go to bed with another man after having gone to bed with her husband. She felt that that would be somehow unfaithful to her husband's memory. But she had found a woman, a Pakistani woman, a young girl who gave her pleasure. She said that she accepted that pleasure because the woman Was not taking the place of her husband, because the woman was something entirely different from her husband and because she was giving Gretchen something that her husband never gave her, that men are unable to give to a woman."

"And?"

"And it made sense to me. I knew exactly what she meant, but I felt the same way. When she had explained her theory to me, I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips and that is all it took. The night was dark and cool and below us, all of Pakistan seemed to be asleep. We both moved to our knees and we kissed each other there on the terrace and we took off our clothes and we made love. I have never felt so good in my life. I have never felt so loving or so loved, even with my husband, whom I did love.

"Gretchen literally saved my life that night on the terrace. But the next morning she was gone and I was left alone again. However, I knew what I had to do. I came back to this town and I found two or three women who could give me what Gretchen gave me on that night. I do not ask for much attention. I do not want a full-time lover. I have my reputation to think about, Terri, and I do not want to become attached to any woman, for, if I fell in love with a woman, I think that I would be unfaithful to my husband's memory. But I like women, soft and beautiful and sexy women. And I gain a great deal of pleasure from my relationship with such women."

I thought then that her story was over, but it was not Tears came to her eyes and she choked on the words as she finished her tale.

"A few months after I returned here, I got a letter from my husband's friend in Pakistan. Gretchen was dead. She had been killed in an earthquake that demolished the village where she and her husband had worked for so many years, caring for the people. Most of the people they cared for were killed too. It was terrible, simply terrible. And I cried for days."

"I am sorry," I said.

"It is all right now," Donna assured me, sniffing her tears. "I realize now that Gretchen's life may have been short, but it was filled with good things. She spent her years caring for others and she saved my life on one night on a terrace in Pakistan."

As she sniffed her tears a few more times, I again looked at her bare breasts. I touched them softly with my fingers.

"I want to learn from you, Donna," I whispered. "I want to learn as much as I can about love and lust and all the things that Gretchen taught you that night in Pakistan."

"I will teach you," Donna said softly.

And then she kissed me. She put her arms around me and kissed me, pressing those red lips hard against mine. I moved my fingers around her nipples and felt them grow hard and bumpy with my touch. Donna ran her fingers over my neck, touching me lightly and letting the spirit of the moment tingle through my body.

I stood up and moved away from her and turned my back to her. I lifted my hair away from my shoulders and made another request, a more practical one.

"Unzip me, Donna."

She stood up and unzipped the back of my dress. I wore no bra, so when my dress was unzipped she saw my bare back. She put her arms around me and ran her wet lips down the back of my neck and down my spine as she felt my tits with her hands. I held my hair up in my hands and closed my eyes and wallowed in that fabulous sensation that came with the touch of her cool lips.

Then she pushed my dress from my shoulders and I let it fall. I wiggled a bit and let the material drop to the floor, useless now for I wanted to be naked for her. I wore no panties either. I had come prepared for this afternoon of beautiful sex.

Donna put her hands on my tits and pressed her own, larger breasts into my bare back. She moved like that, rubbing my back with her bare breasts and sending the shocks through me. She kissed my neck and I tilted my head back, tilted it back and kissed her lips as we moved there together.

Then I stepped away from her and turned and smiled at her. I was wearing my black stockings and a garter belt and my black boots. I wanted her to see my pussy, and then I wanted her to strip off her clothes for me. I spread my legs and ran my hand over my dark-haired pussy and cooed to her.

"I want you, Donna."

Her eyes were wide with desire for me, and I knew that my own sexiness was working on her, working as it would work on women who wanted women. Donna unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of her clothes stood there for a moment, stood there looking at me and wanting me. Her panties were wet. I could see the spots that the juices were making in the white, fancy material of her underwear.

I reached for my garter belt and I was going to pull it down my body, when Donna stopped me with her voice.

"Don't," she said. "I like you just the way that you are."

I smiled at her.

"All right," I said.

Then I stood there and waited for her to finish with her stripping, waited for her to make herself ready for me.

Donna stepped out of her shoes then took off her own hose. Her bare legs were firm and white, like a rich woman's legs should be, I thought. Then she put her hands under the waistband of her panties and I felt my breath stop as I waited for it, the first sight of her pussy.

The wealthy, young widow pushed the panties down her legs and then stepped out of them.

Her pussy hair was black, just like mine. I liked it. I thought for a moment that in many ways Donna and I were very much alike, and I thought that, maybe, I had a chance to be more like her when I grew older. She had been a good student in college. I had read that in the newspapers.

When she was naked, I walked toward her and she sat down on the white bed and waited for me to come to her and do with her what I willed.

"Teach me," I murmured again, and then I fell into her arms. We tumbled onto the bed, kissing and holding each other, feeling our tits press against each other until they seemed to be molded together, until we seemed to be one loving person.

It was the same kind of unification that I had felt with Nancy and with Jenny. It was the same kind of magical coming together that only women could share, only women could enjoy. We were much alike. We were both feminine and sexy and beautiful, and Donna and I sensed the similarities between us and loved those similarities.

"Teach me," I murmured again, whispering in her ear as we rolled on the bed.

"I will teach you," she promised me.

Then she pulled away from me and stood up slowly. I was confused at first. I did not know why she was leaving me like that. My arms were still extended to her as she smiled to me to reassure me that she would be back in those arms in just a few seconds.

"I will teach you things that I have learned since that night in Pakistan," she said.

And then she turned and walked to a bureau that stood heavily against the white wall of the bedroom. She opened a drawer and pulled something out of that bureau.

I saw her fasten something around her waist, something like a belt, but her back was still turned to me and I could not see anything else.

Donna turned around and I saw it.

Extending from her body, shooting out from her white flesh like some kind of weapon was a cock, a huge, fat prick that was full and erect.

Donna touched it with her finger.

"I have learned to use this since that night in Pakistan. It makes a nice little plaything, don't you think."

I smiled at her as I lay there on the bed.

"It certainly becomes you," I said.

"I think so," she agreed. "I think that it goes well with my skin-tone."

She was right there. She was very pale, and the prick was white like ivory. It aimed at me as if it had a mind of its own, as if it wanted to get to me as quickly as it could and go into me and make me feel very good.

But Donna moved slowly and smoothly across the room and stood at the side of the bed again as I sat up to get a better view of the thing.

"Touch it, Terri," she said. "It won't bite you. It will fuck you, but it won't bite you,"

I touched it with my fingers. Although it seemed very hard, it was also soft too. I realized that this fake cock was made out of some kind of rubber. It felt good in my hand. I put my fingers around it as I had put my fingers around Danny's cock so many times. I played with this cock and massaged it, but this cock did not need any work done on it. It was already hard, hard and full and bigger than Danny's big cock had ever been.

I knew that, when Donna fucked me with this cock, she would fill me up even better than Danny had filled me with his cock. I knew that, and I yearned for this fucking. For Donna was also a woman, I thought, and she would know how to truly fuck another woman. She would know how to move with another woman to give her the ultimate pleasure.

Then I thought of something else, something that I used to do for Danny. I leaned forward and opened my mouth and put my lips around the end of that huge fake cock. I held the cock there in my mouth, letting my saliva wet it and make it ready for my cunt I liked the end of the thing, and, as I did that, I looked up at Donna. She was smiling down on me, and I felt that, in a way, I was sucking her cock. If our passion for each other, if this womanly passion could mold us together in my mind, then why could it not also mold this white cock on Donna's white body and make it hers for all time.

I took my mouth off the cock and leaned back on the bed. I spread my legs wide and reached down and ran my hands down my black hose and my leather boots.

"Fuck me with that thing, Donna," I moaned.

I felt my heart jump as she came near to me and lowered her body slowly over mine. She held herself up on her arms and leaned forward and kissed me with her red lips. Then she reached down with one hand and began to guide the cock into my pussy. I spread my legs wide. My cunt was already sopping wet, and I knew I could take all of that cock into me if I just put my mind to it.

I stared with wide-open eyes as the cock began to disappear inside my pussy, and I felt the hardness enter me and touch me with its soft but hard feel.

"Keep sliding it in, Donna," I murmured. "I want it all."

I lifted my legs high in the air and put my hands under my ass and lifted my body so that I could come up to meet the cock as it traveled into me.

"Keep putting it in, Donna."

She went further and further down on the bed, came closer and closer to my body. And the cock slowly began to fill me up as I felt the juices flow around it, as I felt the cock add a beat to my body.

I started to hump the cock, and, with each movement of my hips, a bit more of the white shaft went into me. I felt something strange work inside me and I knew that the cock had passed the area where Danny's cock had been, that this big, white pole was going into virgin territory. It was almost in me now, almost disappeared in my pussy.

"Jab it in there, Donna!" I yelled.

And she did. She gave me one giant thrust with her body and suddenly the cock was gone, was all in me. I could feel it in there as my vagina closed around it as if my cunt were a mother and the cock was a long-lost child. My cunt loved that cock and I loved it too.

"Fuck me, Donna!"

Her body was flat against mine now and we were both sweating with the excitement and the tension and the work of putting that cock deep into me. Then she started to fuck me. She moved slowly, pulling a bit of the cock out of my pussy and then moving it back into me until the white pole had disappeared again. She wiggled her hips and I felt the cock move back and forth in my stuffed pussy.

"Oh," I moaned, "I love that, Donna."

She wiggled some more and the cock seemed to open up new road and make my pussy wider, as wide as a highway running through the country. I closed my eyes and held my hips up with my hands and fucked her back. I pushed my pussy against the fake cock and caught her rhythm so that we were coming together at the same time and parting at the same time. We were fucking! And the fucking was the best fucking that I had ever received. I did not understand how a man could ever fuck this well, and I was sure that he could not. He could not fuck this well because he did not have such a big, hard cock and because he did not have a pussy. So he did not know what the fucking felt like for a woman.

Donna knew and Donna was playing with my cunt as if it were a musical instrument, bringing me a new and higher pitch, leading me toward a wonderful orgasm. ;

And then I came with a high squeal and a grab for Donna. I pulled her near me and clutched her soft, white body.

"Thank you!" I cried.

And, as the orgasm rushed, through me, I kissed her face and her eyelids and ran my hand down to her white butt and pressed her into my pussy, pressed that cock even deeper than it had been before.

When I had relaxed, I let her go and Donna pulled her cock slowly out of me. My cunt closed with a little pop when the cock was gone.

"My god, Donna," I moaned. "That was great."

The woman stood up and unstrapped the cock and dropped it on the floor. Then she came back to me and held me in her arms and kissed my sweaty brow.

"That is just one of the things that I have learned," she whispered to me.

I smiled at her.

"Let me rest for a moment, Donna," I said, "and then you can show me more. I want to know it all."

"You will know it all, all that I have to teach you."

I closed my eyes and visualized that cock that had been in my pussy. It had been so big and so white and so firm and it had been so deep inside me. I knew that I would never be the same again. I knew that my life had changed in some very important way with that fucking, for, if a woman could strap on such a cock and give a girl such a fucking and still remain a woman, soft and loving and gentle, I thought, what use was a man.

I could think of no use at all.

I rested there in Donna's arms and then, when I was fully alert and ready again, we started on a new lesson.

I spent the rest of the night with her, in that white bedroom, learning and learning and loving the learning more than I had ever loved any other.

Donna certainly knew a lot.

And I was going to learn it all.

I couldn't believe that time had passed so quickly.

But I had learned so much.

So very, very much.

CHAPTER FIVE

In January, I started to think of Jodi, and I wanted her in my bed.

Jodi was a freshman, just as I was, and she was a reporter for the student newspaper. She looked like a little cowgirl with her short brown hair and her jeans and her work shirts and her boots. But she was very intelligent. We became friends early in the month, right after we returned to college from Christmas vacation. We were both taking a class in American literature and it was taught by Dr. George Gleason, a man who was dull and without any merit as a teacher.

Our friendship really started during the second week of classes. I happened to walk behind Jodi after the class as she headed for the student union to get a cup of coffee. When she noticed me behind her, she turned and smiled and said, "Isn't that man the absolutely shits as a teacher?"

I grinned at her. I knew whom she was talking about.

"Yes, he is," I said, "and he doesn't know anything about Hawthorne."

We had been reading a novel by Nathaniel Hawthorne in class and that day Gleason had told the class that Hawthorne was obviously a homosexual. He may have even had a thing for President Franklin Pierce, the professor added with a sickening chuckle, because he died in Pierce's arms while on a walking tour of the New England mountains.

"Yea," Jodi said, stopping and letting me move up beside her there in front of student union. "That man is sick. I mean, what difference does it make if Hawthorne had those kinds of feelings or not. He was still a great novelist, and he would be a great novelist even if English teachers did not demand that students read his novels. That is what I think, at least."

"I agree," I said. Then I stuck out my hand. "My name is Terri," I said.

"I know," the girl said. "I work for the student newspaper and I have heard your name up there. Several of the editors have heard about you and they say you are very smart."

Then she stuck out her hand and shook mine.

"My name is Jodi," she said.

"I know," I said, "because I have read your articles in the student newspaper. They are very good."

"Thank you," she murmured.

"Thank you for your compliment," I said. "If you are not busy, maybe you would like to have a cup of coffee with me."

"Sure," she said with a grin.

We walked into the student union together.

That afternoon over coffee, Jodi and I discovered that we had a lot in common, and I immediately wanted to get her in bed. She was not beautiful, like Donna or Nancy, and she was not a walking fountain of sex, like Jenny. She was what every man would call cute, and I thought that she was cute too. But, more than that, I thought that she was very intelligent and I thought that she would be great in bed. She moved easily and she did not seem to care what anyone thought of her. Her cowgirl clothes were an example of that. She could have worn dresses and she would have been considered a fine, young lady. But she didn't like dresses, she told me, and she did not want to be a fine, young lady. She just wanted to be what she was and nothing more.

I liked her fresh style.

I liked a lot of things about Jodi.

Soon, we were going out to have dinner together and we were meeting for coffee in my dorm room late at night. She liked me too. She said that she found me relaxing because I did not seem to want anything from her. She was wrong there, of course. I did want something from her. I was dying to go to bed with her.

Finally, about the middle of February, when I thought that I could stand it no longer, I turned one of our night-time conversations to the subject of sex.

"Jodi," I said, "we are good friends, right?"

"Right?" she said, sipping her coffee.

"Then will you answer a question if I ask it?"

"Sure."

"Have you ever fucked a guy?"

She did not blush and she did not stammer. That would not have been her style. She just sat her coffee cup down on my desk and looked at me.

"Once," she said, "but I did not like it all that much."

"Why?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know. I don't think the guy really knew what he was doing. It was when I was in high school and he was in high school too. He hurt me, and I did not like being hurt. So I did not do it again. I guess I should. I guess I should not let one bad experience sour me on sex, but it has."

"I can understand that," I said.

Jodi leaned forward and touched my knee with her little, cowgirl hand.

"Have you ever fucked a guy, Terri?"

"Yea," I said. "I had an affair with a coach when I was in high school. It lasted for two years, but then I realized that I did not mean that much to him as a person. I was just a little high school cunt for him to fuck."

"Yea," Jodi said thoughtfully, nodding her head, "I think that is what most men think of women. They are just cunts to fuck and nothing more."

"That is why I like women, Jodi," I said.

She looked at me with a question in her eyes. She was unsure of my meaning and I think she dreaded the real meaning of my words.

"What do you-" she stammered. For the first time since I had known her, she seemed unsure of herself.

"I mean that I make love to women now," I said, trying to sound matter-of-fact.

I was taking a chance and I knew it. She might be disgusted by the very idea and get up and walk out and never speak to me again. But I had to take that chance. I had to resolve this relationship in one way or another. I could not stand it any longer, wanting her and having her so near me and not feeling that I could touch her. I wanted to either touch her and love her or to get her out of my life entirely.

She stammered again now. Obviously, she was being confronted with something that she had never even dreamed about.

"You are a-a-lesbian, Terri?"

"I don't really like that word, Jodi," I explained. "It seems rather limiting. Let us just say that I go to bed with other women and I enjoy it. I enjoy it more than I have ever enjoyed going to bed with a man."

"But you don't look like a lesbian," she said.

I had to laugh. It was something that I would have said only a few months before. And, as I laughed, I thought that it was a good sign. Jodi had not gotten up and left. She had sat right there in the chair next to my desk and held her coffee cup and asked me straight out if I was a lesbian. Then she had said that I did not look like one. She obviously wanted more information on my lifestyle.

"I know what you are thinking, Jodi," I said. "I used to think the same thing. I thought that girls went to bed with girls because they were so ugly that they could not get any guy to go to bed with them. And I guess that is true in some cases. But the fact is that I am not ugly and none of the women that I have gone to bed with are ugly. They are all beautiful and sexy and guys would love to have them. It is just that guys do not know how to treat them in the way that they want to be treated. Guys are rather stupid in the ways of love, you know."

"I know," she murmured.

I thought that I had her then, but she looked at me and came up with one objection.

"I like guys, Terri," she said firmly. "Okay, so one of them hurt me when he tried to fuck me. I have been thinking about that and I have been deciding that I should try it again. I just have to work up my courage to fuck a guy and then I have to find a guy to fuck. I want to try that again now, Terri. I want to see if it will always hurt me to fuck."

I understood what she was talking about, and I thought that I should help her. I was sitting on my bed and I leaned back against the stone wall of my room and smiled at her.

"I could fuck a guy too, Jodi," I said, preparing my plan in my head. "I could fuck a guy tonight if I want to. I mean, just because I have gone to bed with a woman does not mean that my cunt has been sewn up or anything like that."

Jodi laughed at that idea.

"In fact," I said, "I think I could fuck just about any guy on this campus."

I looked at her for a few seconds and then I made the first move, the first part of my new plan to get Jodi in bed with me. I was willing to do it, even though it involved going to bed with a boy.

"What guy do you like here, Jodi?" I asked. "What guy would you most like to fuck?"

The little cowgirl twisted her face in cute thought. Then she came up with a name.

"That guy in our American lit class," she announced, "that blond guy named Jeff. I think he is really something."

I visualized Jeff in my mind. I had noticed him too. He was thin and muscled and he had soft, blond hair that fell around his face and framed it. He was the perfect example, I thought, of boyish sex appeal. And there was something in him too that was not boyish, that seemed to say that he knew his way around, that he knew how to please a woman.

I was happy that Jodi had mentioned Jeff. I was happy that she wanted to fuck him. I had a plan and it would be easier for me now that I knew that I could make Jeff a part of that plan.

"Okay, Jodi," I said. "I'll fuck Jeff."

"What?"

"I'll fuck him and I will set it up so that you can watch me fuck him and then you can join in and fuck him too."

"That's crazy," she said, waving off the idea with a movement of her little hand.

"No, it's not, Jodi," I said. "It is a good plan. I will fuck him first and sort of get him ready for you. I think you have made a good choice, Jodi. I think Jeff has all the makings of a stud."

She was silent for a moment and then she grinned sheepishly.

"Okay," she said, "but how will we work it out?"

"You let me handle that part of the plan, Jodi," I said. "I just want you to be ready for a fucking on some night next week."

A few minutes later, Jodi left my room and I sat there and drank the rest of my coffee and thought about Jeff. It would be very easy, I thought, and it would be fun.

The next day, I made sure that I would meet him on the campus. I smiled at him and talked to him, and, sure enough, he asked me out.

I began to put the rest of the plan into action almost immediately.

I called Nancy, and, without giving her all the details, I asked if I could use her apartment on that night. She agreed because she knew that I would be indebted to her then and she knew how a girl such as I am would pay off my debt to a woman such as Nancy.

Jeff picked me up at the door on Friday night. He was driving a little sports car and he looked very good sitting there and waiting for me. We had not discussed where we would go. I think that we both knew that we did not want to really go anywhere. We both just wanted to fuck. But Jeff did not know all that I had planned for him that night. He would be in for a very pleasant surprise.

I sat there in the car next to him and smiled at him.

"What would you like to do?" he said. His voice was deep and masculine and sounded a little funny coming from that boyish face. But it sounded good too. It sounded like a real man's voice.

"A friend of mine has an apartment that she said that we could use," I told him with a grin. "Let's go there."

His face broke open with a grin.

"Oh, yea," he murmured. "Let's do that."

I ran my hand along his muscled thigh and touched his cock, just to let him know that I really wanted to fuck him that night.

He almost wrecked the car as I directed him to Nancy's apartment. When we got there, I pulled the key out of my pocket and unlocked the door.

"Wow!" Jeff said, walking in the door. "This is a real nice place."

"My friend likes it," I said.

I closed the door and stood there next to Jeff. He wasted no time. He took me in his arms and kissed me. His lips were strong and forceful against mine. It had been several months since I had even kissed a man, and I had forgotten just how good that could feel when it was the right man. Jeff certainly knew how to kiss. I felt myself weaken a little bit there in his arms because I knew what he was going to do to me and I knew what I was going to do too-what I was going to do to him and to Jodi, the girl that I had wanted for weeks.

I pulled out of his arms and took his hand and led him into, another room. As we walked to that other room, I looked back and smiled at him. He knew that we were heading for the bedroom.

I turned on the light in the bedroom and we both looked at that big, soft thing. I remembered for a second the time that I was on that bed with Nancy and Jenny, the first time that I had made love to two women at once. I had made love to both Nancy and Jenny since then, but I had never had them together again. I determined that I would have two women at once again very soon. I wanted to recapture that delicious feeling that I had had on that night.

I had not dressed up, for I had known that we were going to come straight here and fuck. I just wore a coat over my jeans and T-shirt. I took the coat off and then I pulled the T-shirt over my head, letting Jeff see my tits for the first time. His reaction was the kind that I expected. He looked at my bare breasts and then he rubbed his cock with his hand, feeling if through his own trousers. He grinned at me.

I walked toward him and took him in my arms.

"Come on, Jeff," I said, coaxing him a little, "let me see your body too."

I gave him a quick, wet kiss on the mouth.

"I want to see your sexy body," I murmured.

No man could resist those words.

Jeff took off his pants and unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. His chest was hairless but very muscular. I touched his chest with the palms of my hands and felt his rugged breathing. Then he put his arms around me and pressed me to him, trapping my hands between our flesh and kissing me with passion and strength. Again, I felt the weakness, for I knew that this boyish young man would know what to do. I could sense it in his style. He seemed more open than any of the other boys that I had known, even more open that Danny, the coach, had been. I wondered if Jeff would eat my pussy and I figured quickly that he would. This was the kind of man who would do anything that a woman wanted him to do.

That was just the kind of man I needed for my plan.

Jeff loosened his hold on me and I ran my hands down his chest and loosened his belt. I opened his trousers and put my hand into them. I was happy to see that Jeff did not wear underwear. His cock was growing harder and harder as I touched it. I pulled it out and looked down at it. It was long and clean-looking and it felt good there in my hand.

I had dreaded fucking a boy to get the girl that I wanted, but now I thought that this might not be so bad. Jeff's cock was not as big as Danny's had been, but it was big enough, and, if he could use it well in my cunt, he might be just fine. I pushed his trousers down and bared his ass to the eyes that looked at us from inside the closet. I knew that they were looking at us through a wide crack in the closet door, a crack through which they could see everything that we did.

I handled Jeff's cock and felt it grow with young male power. It looked very sweet and very pure. Suddenly, I wanted it. I wanted to try a cock again after all those months that I had spent with just cunt. I wanted to see if my attitude toward pricks had changed during the last few eventful months.

I fell to my knees in front of the blond, muscled college boy and pulled his trousers down even further. Jeff slipped out of his shoes and then gingerly stepped out of his trousers as I held them for him. Then he lifted one foot and I pulled his sock off. He put that foot down and lifted the other and I pulled that sock off. I was serving him as a slave would. He was then naked but I was still half-dressed. I did not care at all. I only want to suck his cock.

I moved around on my knees and turned the naked young man with me so that the eyes from the closet could see me as I put my lips on that cock. Jeff's prick was hard and straight and red with blood, the hot blood of youth and lust. I kissed the crown of his cock and stuck out my tongue and licked that enlarged tip. Then I put my lips around the crown and started to suck on it. I held him firmly but softly in my mouth and looked up at him as I sucked. He was feeling the pleasure of my lips in his body and in his soul. He closed his eyes and ran her fingers through my hair and moaned a little bit.

I hoped that Jodi was watching this closely. I hoped that she was watching how a woman pleased her man. She could learn a lot from this, and I had even more to teach her.

I took my lips from the crown of the prick and ran my tongue up and down the shaft, licking it and kissing it. I kissed the balls as I held the cock high with my hand. I licked those little sacks and took them into my mouth for a moment and hummed on them, vibrating them with my breath and my tongue and my lips. Jeff moved his hands out of my hair and ran them down my neck and back. He loved this feeling that I was giving to him.

And I liked the feeling that ran through my body too. I felt the moisture come to my cunt and I knew that I was being turned on, but I did not know if I was turned on because of Jeff or because of Jodi, who watched us from the closet. It ran through my mind quickly. I was truly bisexual, I thought, because I could not tell if the girl or the guy turned me on. I suspected that they both did, for different reasons. I suspected that they both answered different lusts in my body.

I took my mouth off his balls and ran my tongue up the cock again until I was in front of it. Then I moved close to the tip of his prick and raised my body a bit and pressed the nipple of my left tit to the end of his cock. I massaged his cock with my nipple, and Jeff howled with delight. He had never felt anything like this before, I supposed. I was even teaching him something.

I moved closer to the naked young man and pressed the cock against my soft tits and rolled the cock around from tit to tit, rubbing my hot, young body against him. Jeff howled some more.

Then I knew that he was truly ready. And I knew that Jodi was probably ready too. So I stood up quickly and lay back on the bed and loosened my jeans. I would have pulled them off, except that Jeff stopped me. He stood up and reached down and took my hands off my jeans.

"Let me," he said with a smile.

"All right," I whispered.

Jeff ran his hands down my legs until he came to the cuffs of my jeans. Then he pulled on those cuffs. I raised my hips and let my jeans go with his tugs. They came down my body easily. I wore no panties, and he looked at my black-haired snatch as he pulled the jeans off me.

When my jeans were off, I spread my legs and moved my own finger down to my cunt.

"That looks tasty," he said softly, his voice choked with passion.

"It is," I said, and I knew that I had been right about Jeff. He would eat my pussy. He would not think that it was disgusting to eat a cunt I felt warm inside, knowing that this young man was much better than Danny, my old lover, the coach who had used me in such a terrible way.

Jeff moved onto the bed and positioned himself between my outstretched legs as I moved up on the sheet to give him room to work.

He lowered his mouth to my pussy and blew some of his cool air on my hot box. I shivered with the delicious feeling that went through my body. No one, either man or woman, had ever done that to me before.

His quick fingers worked over my thighs and my stomach, stabbing me with little spears of delight I loved his touch. He was strong and quick and yet gentle too, and he was very knowledgeable for a college boy, I thought. I was again happy that Jodi had picked him. She had made a good decision, I thought Jodi really had good taste in studs.

Jeff spread my pussy lips with his fingers and kissed my open cunt with a quick, wet smack. Then he moved in with his tongue. It was cold and alive with movement in there. It was jarring me with its quickness and it was filling me with lust.

My body shook with desire and my breath became jagged as he moved that quick tongue up to my clit, to that little piece of flesh that seemed to be a bundle of a million nerves. My juices flowed and my sexual spirit soared with passion.

"Oh, suck my clit, Jeff," I murmured, more for Jodi than for him. I wanted to make sure that Jodi knew exactly what the young man-the one that she had selected-was doing to me.

And Jeff sucked my clit into his tight lips and gave me greater pleasure. He sucked and he ran his tongue over the feverish end of the clit and I wallowed in the delight that he was giving me. I pressed my own hands on my tits and moaned.

My passionate thoughts turned to Jodi. She was probably in there playing with herself, I thought, running her hot, young cowgirl finger into her cowgirl snatch. I wanted to finger that pussy too, and I smiled when I thought about the idea that I would soon be fingering her and kissing her. You see, my plans were not complete yet.

I knew that, if Jeff continued to suck on my clit, I would come. And I did not want to come like that. I wanted to come with the fucking, with the great male-and-female feeling of a cock plunging into a pussy.

I was about to tell Jeff to fuck me when he did something that I certainly did not expect.

He took his lips away from my clit and flipped me, turned me over on my stomach. I lay there on the bed and wondered what the young man had in mind for me now. Then I found out.

That tongue, that cold, wonderful tongue that had been in my pussy, worked its way into the crack of my ass. Jeff spread my cheeks with his strong, young hands and licked the ass, tasted it, dove into my deepest, most secret place. His tongue sent a charge of energy like lightning through my body.

"Oh, Jeff," I squealed, "never like this! Never like this before!"

He took his tongue away from my ass and chuckled a little bit before he put his strong, young hands on my body again and flipped me over on my back.

Now he was going to fuck me. I knew it. I could see it in his eyes. I looked down at his cock. It was long and hard and red and lovely.

Jeff moved off the bed and pulled my body to the edge of the bed. He stood there and pulled me until my cunt met his cock, until the tip of his prick, the tip that I had sucked, was at the entrance to my lovehole. I lifted my legs and spread them and he took those legs and put them around his body and dug into me.

The young man moved his prick into my pussy smoothly, but he moved in with a force that was unmistakably male.

I gasped at that first entrance. It had been such a long time, and Danny had never prepared me for a fucking in this way, had never made me yearn for his cock as Jeff had made me yearn for his.

"Oh, fuck me, Jeff," I said.

And he did. He fucked me royally. He moved in and out of me, moved like a real man should. This guy was terrific, I thought, absolutely marvelous. His cock moved deep into me and then, when he was in me, he moved his hips back and forth to give me that extra thrill as his stiffness moved from side to side in my hot, wet opening.

I hoped that Jodi was watching me closely. I hoped that she was seeing this and understanding what this young man was doing to me. She could learn a lot about sex from seeing this performance.

But Jeff was not through with his surprises. He moved his hands up my bare back as he fucked me and then he lifted me. I put my arms around his neck and held myself up too. We fucked but we moved through the room too. I was off the bed and he was holding me in his arms as we fucked and I felt safe and secure in his arms. He began to move slowly in a circle as he fucked me. I was riding there, bouncing on his stiff cock. I was on a merry-go-round of lust.

He twirled with me like a dancer, like a skater would twirl with his partner, and he kept fucking me, kept ramming his cock into my pussy as he moved across the room.

The movement made me light-headed and happy like a little girl.

Then he stopped the twirling and dropped me slowly from his arms.

I realized what he was doing; and I stretched my arms high above my head. As he dropped me, as he turned me so that my head was aimed at the floor, my hands touched the floor and I held myself there.

I was standing on my head with my legs still tight around his body and my pussy still stuffed with his cock.

That was the greatest surprise of all. The blood rushed to my head and I spoke in a passionate, gurgling sound.

"Fuck me, Jeff," I said, "I am coming."

And he fucked more violently than he had fucked before.

The orgasm started in my cunt and moved down my body until it hit my brain. It filled me with a warmth and a heat that I had never known before. Jeff held my legs under his arms as he fucked me and made me come with a mighty sigh.

Then his breath became more jagged and I knew that he was coming too.

He loosened his hold on me a bit and let me slip down off his cock and then he came, holding me there and shooting his semen down my body, letting it flow like a flood down my hot skin.

I looked up and saw him coming and then I looked at the closet, the closet that seemed upside down to me, and I smiled.

After his orgasm-the one that followed my hearty orgasm-Jeff gently lowered my body to the floor,

I looked up at him and smiled.

"You are a great fuck," I said.

"So are you," he said softly, breathing hard after his workout. "Some of that stuff is just things that I have dreamed about. I never really tried them with a girl before. But, somehow, I knew that I could try anything with you. You are adventurous."

"I certainly am."

I sat up and put my arms around my legs and looked up at him.

"Jeff," I said, "I have a surprise for you."

His mouth came open.

"Huh?" he asked.

"I have a surprise for you. I will show you just how adventurous I really am."

I think he might have been a little frightened for a second there. After all, he did not know me all that well. But I stopped his fright when I turned and pointed at the closet.

"There is another girl in there who really wants to fuck you."

I called out to the girl that I wanted, the girl who was going to the center of attraction now.

"Jodi," I said, "come on out and see this handsome stud who is going to fuck you!

CHAPTER FIVE

Jodi jumped from the closet and stood there grinning at Jeff, the stud of love.

She was wearing a little leather vest over her cute, little tits. She was wearing boots.

And that was all that she was wearing.

"Hi, Jeff," she said with a grin.

She spread her legs and ran her fingers over her snatch. I looked at that lovely cunt. I could see the wetness there. She had been excited by the show that we put on for her.

"Yea." he said with a sly grin, looking at her sexy, little body.

Jodi peeled the vest from her shoulders and let it drop on the floor. She stood there-naked except for her boots-and Jeff and I both looked at her. I had never seen her naked before.

Her tits were not big, but they were firm and they looked very juicy. She had the kind of strong, thin body that is the best for sex. I moved my fingers to my pussy as I looked at her and played with my slit. Jodi and Jeff did not notice me. They were too busy looking at each other.

Then I stood up and walked to her. I ran my hand down the front of her body and smiled at Jeff.

"Notice her sexiness," I said, sounding a little like a used-car salesman who was talking to a potential customer. "She is soft and young and she has not fucked much. But she is willing to fuck you all night if you want her to, aren't you, Jodi."

"Yes," she purred.

I felt the girl shiver at my touch, but she did not back away from me. She did not mind my touching her if Jeff was there in the room, naked. I had planned that too. I ran my hand down to her pussy and let my fingers slide through the damp hair that grew there.

"She has a very nice cunt, Jeff," I said.

"Yea," he agreed.

"I am sure that you will want to fuck-this sexy, little thing."

"Yes," he said, his voice hoarse, "I do want to fuck her."

When Jodi heard that, she could not help herself. She pushed my hand away and ran to Jeff and pushed him back onto the bed. She climbed on top of him, kissing him and hugging him and running her fingers down his muscled body to his limp cock.

He laughed and kissed her back and put his arms around her. As they kissed, they moved together on the bed so that they could be more comfortable there. I watched them move like that for a moment. Then I spoke to Jodi.

"Play with his cock," I said. "Take it in your hand and hold it and massage it-and make him hard again. He likes that. He likes being hard."

She took his cock in her hand and worked on it. The cock did gain some strength. It grew a bit, but it was still too soft to fuck her.

Jodi looked at me with a little bit of misery in her eyes.

"I don't think he can do it again, Terri," she said softly. "I think you fucked all the hardness right out of him. Now he can't get it up again."

"Nonsense," I said, walking to the bed and sitting down beside Jodi. "He will be able to get it up again. It will just take some time. A healthy fellow like Jeff can fuck all night if we give him a little time between fucks."

"Oh," she said softly. "How long do you think that we will have to wait, Terri?"

I smiled. My plan was working perfectly.

"Not long," I assured Jodi, putting my hand on her hair and stroking it softly. "Not long, if we give him something that will excite him."

"Okay," she said, "let's give him that something."

Of course, she did not know what I had in mind. She did not know how I planned to excite the young man so that his cock would stand up hard and ready for her. But she was willing to do anything to get this blond stud erect. Again, my plan was working very well.

I turned to Jeff.

"What would excite you?" I asked him. "What would get you harder quicker than anything else?"

"Gee," he said softly, "I don't know, really."

Then I made my suggestion.

"Do you think that you would be able to get hard if Jodi and I put on a little show for you?"

"Huh?" They both asked that question at the same time.

"If Jodi and I made it together and let you look at us," I said to Jeff, "do you think that you would be able to get hard and ready to fuck her sweet, little pussy."

I knew what his answer would be. I knew that men liked to watch two sexy girls get it on.

"Oh, yea," he murmured, trembling with excitement.

He looked at Jodi.

"Would you do that?" he asked her. "If you would do that, I would be able to fuck you in no time."

I liked that. He was asking her. That was a little thing that I had not planned but it worked well. Jodi looked at me and then she smiled.

"Okay," she said to me, "you got it. If it gets him hard, you got it."

I grinned at Jodi.

"It will be fun for both of us," I assured her.

I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her up until she was sitting on the bed. I was on my knees. We looked deep into each other's eyes. I could tell that my little cowgirl was a bit nervous, but there was something else in her eyes too-something that told me that she looked forward to this with a strange sense of pleasure, a pleasure that she could not even understand herself. I knew just how she felt. She was probably as confused and as thrilled as I had been that first night with Jenny, the night that I discovered just how good another woman could be.

Slowly, I moved my face close to hers and kissed her softly on the lips. She closed her eyes as we kissed and she returned my kiss with a strange sort of friendly passion. She was soft with me as I was soft with her.

Then we looked at each other again. The room was silent. Only the sounds of three naked, young people breathing could be heard, sounds that came with young lust and young experimentation. I glanced down at Jeff. He was lying on the bed with his eyes glued on Jodi and me. He wanted to see us make love. He was stroking his cock with his young, strong hand and he was smiling.

"It will make him hard so that he can fuck you," I said to Jodi, reassuring her, although I was not really interested at all in making Jeff's cock hard. That was just the perfect excuse. I could now kiss her and hold her and make love to her as I had wanted to do for several weeks.

We kissed again, but this kiss was not friendly. It was passionate. My arms went around Jodi's naked body and I pulled her close to me. She put her arms around me too and she opened her mouth to my tongue, opened it without being forced or even coaxed to. She was getting into the spirit of the moment, and I knew that it would be all right now. She would make love to me and enjoy it just as I would.

Our bodies pressed against each other, we caught the rhythm of each other's breathing and matched it until we were like one being again. It was that strange sort, of duality, that molding together that I always felt with another woman. Only this time the molding meant more because I was being molded to my little cowgirl friend and she had never molded with a woman before. I was the seducer and she was the sexy victim of seduction.

I thought that until I felt her tongue go into my mouth and work around in there in a lazy, fluid motion. I wondered then just who was seducing whom on this night.

Our lips parted and Jodi kissed my face with little, wet, loving kisses. She ran her lively, little hands down my bare back and breathed on me. Her breath was cool and sweet and gave me new strength. I had just finished fucking Jeff, going through the best fucking of my life, but now I was alive again and I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to use all of my new energy on Jodi, the girl who meant so much to me.

Jodi held me and began to lean forward on my naked body as she kissed my face. I moved my legs around and lay back on the bed so that I could be comfortable. I expected Jodi to come with me, to cling to me as I went back, to lie on top of me and kiss me and maybe even hunch my pussy with her own. But she did not do that. Instead, she let me fall away from her. She ran her hands down my arms as I reached out for her but she did not come to me. I lay on my back on the bed and looked at her as she sat there between my outstretched legs and wondered what she was going to do then. I wondered too if I was really going to be the teacher on that night. Jodi seemed to have some things planned too.

The little cowgirl moved her legs from under her body and stretched them out, putting one of them under one of my legs as she raised my leg with her hands and placing the other leg over my naked body. She moved close to me until our wet, throbbing pussies were together.

I had never done that before, but I immediately knew what she wanted to do, and I wanted to do it too.

Jodi lay back on the bed and started grinding our pussies together, and the feeling of that movement, that rubbing, that churning of our hot, young bodies, sent a shiver through my spine. I tingled with the excitement, and I wondered where Jodi had ever come up with this thing, this movement. I was glad that she had.

I pressed my pussy against hers with all of my strength and felt the fluid rush from my wet box to hers. She was sending me love juice too. I could feel it running down my leg and dripping onto the sheet. I could feel the sheet grow wet under us, wet with my juice and her juice, mixed together in a very special way.

As we fucked like that, as we churned against each other, I looked at Jeff. He was yanking on his cock with a feverish intensity and his face was sweaty and handsome with excitement. The blood was rushing to his member and his cock was growing long and good, I knew that he would be ready for Jodi when I got through with her.

But I had Jodi then. Jeff would just have to wait until I was finished with her.

I began to speak to her, for I knew that men liked to hear women say nasty things-especially when two sexy women were saying those things to each other.

"My cunt is burning up, Jodi," I murmured. "You are setting fire to my pussy with your pussy."

And Jodi spoke back to me.

"I love your pussy on my pussy, Terri," she whispered, just loud enough for both Jeff and me to hear her words distinctly. I trembled as she spoke as I saw Jeff tremble too. Her little, husky, cowgirl voice was so sweet when she said things like that.

Then the cowgirl began to move away from me, to pull her wet cunt away from my wet cunt I did not try to stop her. I did not try to keep her near me like that. I knew that Jodi probably had something else in mind, and I knew that it would be just as exciting, if not more so.

We untangled our legs easily and then Jodi turned her body and crawled toward me. She crawled up my naked, trembling body until she got to my tits. Then she lowered her face and started to kiss them. She put one nipple between her lips and started to suck on it. Then she lowered her whole body down on mine and rested there, sucking my tit. I ran my hands through her hair, and I looked at Jeff, and I spoke again, for his benefit and hers and mine own.

"Suck my tittie, Jodi," I murmured. "I love it when you suck my tit."

The words thrilled Jodi too. I could tell because her sucking became quicker and more violent and more excited. I ran my hands over her body and lifted my leg a bit. She was lying on that leg, and, when I lifted it, her own firm legs parted and I felt her hot, wet pussy on my flesh. I moved my thigh against her pussy as she sucked on my tit.

Jodi's breathing began jagged and shallow and quick as I fucked her pussy with my thigh, but she did not move away from my tit. She did not take her lips away from nipple. She continued to suck on it as if it would give her some special fluid that would make her eternally young and horny.

Finally, however, she moved to the last part of her plan. Her plan, I realized then, not my plan. She had wanted this too. That was obvious to me.

Jodi licked her way down my feverish body, wetting my skin with her tongue. She ran that tongue through my dark pussy hair and then she kissed the lips of my vagina.

She was going to go down on me! She was going to eat my box, before I had even eaten hers!

This girl was fantastic!

Her cowgirl tongue shot out and hit my quivering cunt like a bullet. The bullet moved through my body and filled me with wonderful passions, quivering and ecstatic passions. I trembled and moaned and then I spoke to her. But this time I was not speaking because I wanted to turn Jeff on. This time I was talking to Jodi to show her that I loved what she was going to do to me.

"Yes," I murmured, "yes, Jodi."

I spread my legs wide and reached down and opened my pussy lips with my trembling fingers.

"Lick my cunt, Jodi!" I cried. "Lick my cunt and make me come!"

Her tongue went into me, deep into me. It was cool and hot at the same time and it worked like a little snake, like something that was excited beyond thought. It slipped in and out of my pussy and seemed to curl in there, to fill up my cunt as if it were a giant cock.

I squirmed with pleasure. Jodi put her hands on my legs and raised them, moved them up. I helped her by lifting my legs and pointing my toes at the ceiling. My cunt was tight then, almost shut, but Jodi's tongue was in there and it was still working on me.

"My god!" I cried, squeezing my tits and arching my back. "This is fucking great!"

Jodi pulled my legs apart just a bit and then ran her tongue up to my clit. She sucked that juicy morsel into her lips and I cried out again.

"Oh, Jodi! Suck my fucking clit!"

As she sucked, I felt a movement on the bed. I opened my eyes and, through tears of joy and passion, I saw Jeff moving. His cock was hard now, harder than it had been when he had fucked me so grandly. He moved behind Jodi and lifted her hips up to his prick. Still sucking on my clit, she moved too, rising up and opening her cunt to him and his throbbing, blood-swelled pole.

"Yes, Jeff!" I cried. "Fuck her while she sucks me off!"

From my position, I could not actually see his cock go into her, but I saw him move close to her and I felt Jodi's body tremble there and I knew that Jeff had gone into her cunt, just as easily and as smoothly as he had gone into mine just a few moments before. He put his hands on her bare sides and ran them up and down her body and felt her little tits as he fucked her, as he moved so easily back and forth behind her.

Jodi must be in heaven, I thought. I knew that I was.

I squeezed my own breasts with my hands and kept my legs high and let the passion run through me, let Jodi suck that passion out of me. I knew that I was headed for an orgasm, but I tried to restrain it. I wanted to come when Jodi came, when Jeff came. I wanted all of us to come together in a celebration of youth.

I heard Jodi make little smacking noises as she sucked on my clit. The sounds were like a symphony to me, and, with them, I heard Jeff's heavy breathing and my own panting. We were making music together.

I took my hands off my tits and ran them over Jodi's short, cowgirl hair. It was soft and it was wet from all the work that she had done for me and for Jeff. She was the center of attention, but she was working too. She was giving pleasure, as well as receiving it.

Then Jeff moaned.

"I'm gonna come," he said.

And Jodi began to suck on my clit more quickly. She obviously wanted the same thing that I wanted. She wanted all of us to come at the same time.

Jeff slipped his cock out of Jodi's pussy and put it on her ass. I saw him touch it just once and then it shot its white come all over her back. When I saw that, I came too, quivering in feverish spasms of sexual joy. But, before I closed my eyes so that I could truly enjoy the orgasm, I saw Jeff reach down behind Jodi and I knew that he was fingering her clit. He was bringing her off too as he confined to shoot his stuff all over her sexy, bare flesh.

I bucked against Jodi's mouth and came violently and lovingly. The cowgirl had done her work well.

Jodi raised her mouth from my clit and cried out. I knew then that she was coming too. My orgasm was over, but I wanted to be a part of hers. I moved quickly. I sat up and grabbed her naked body and leaned over her and licked Jeff's white sperm from her bare back. Her back and the sweat and the come mixed together on my tongue to form a new, sweet taste.

Jeff continued to finger her until she was through with her orgasm. When she relaxed, when the nerves in her flesh began to calm, I stopped licking her and Jeff stopped fingering her and we all moved and lay together on the bed. Jodi was in the middle. Both Jeff and I felt her tits and kissed her. She was no longer afraid of me. It was as if she saw no difference between me and the blond stud who had fucked her so well.

When we all had finally caught our breath, I had to ask her.

"Jodi, had you ever gone down on a girl before tonight?"

She shook her head and smiled at me.

"No," she said, "but when things started happening I knew that I. wanted to. I knew that I wanted to suck your cunt and make you come."

"You were great," I said and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Wow!" Jeff said. "You mean, you had never done anything like that before?"

Jodi answered him truthfully.

"I hadn't. Terri had."

"Wow!"

I could tell that the young man was pleasantly surprised by our honesty and our actions. I looked down at his cock. Although he had already fucked two girls and come twice, I could see the prick begin to swell again. I jabbed Jodi with my finger and pointed at his long prick.

"He will ready again in a few minutes," I said.

Then it was her turn to express surprise.

"Wow!" she said.

Jeff blushed, but he was proud of his ability, and he had reason to be proud. He was an admirable young stud.

Then I took charge.

"I will tell you what, Jodi," I said with a grin. "Why don't you go down on him and suck his cock and get it good and ready while I suck your pussy. Then he can take turns fucking both of us."

"Take turns?" she asked.

It was the only part of the plan that she did not understand. She was certainly willing to suck his cock and let me eat her pussy.

"Yea," Jeff explained, for he knew what I was talking about, "you know, Jodi. I give you a few strokes and then I give Terri a few strokes."

She did not have to think about it for long. She was ready for anything.

"Okay," she said with a grin.

She moved down to Jeff's growing prick and took it in her hand. Jeff was going to be in for a thrill if she sucked cock as well as she sucked clit, I thought, I turned and smiled to him. He smiled back, knowing that he had found a treasure of sex on this night.

Then I moved too and lifted Jodi up so that I could get to her pussy. Before I took my first lick of that cunt, I thought about it. I knew that I would be tasting her cunt and her juices and a little bit of Jeff's cock too. I enjoyed that thought.

Then Jodi spread her legs and opened her pussy to me and I moved my tongue into her little, cowgirl hole and tasted for the first time that sweet wetness that I had wanted for so fucking long.

CHAPTER SEVEN

When Norma Kelly, the famous novelist and lesbian activist, came to the campus that spring to give a speech, I naturally went to see her.

I had read all of her novels during the last few months. I had especially liked the one titled The Naked Ones and The Grave. That is the novel about women staying home during wartime and finding compassion in lesbian activity with each other, while their men are fighting the enemy.

I had expected Norma Kelly to be an old woman, but I was surprised when she walked out on the stage that night. She was a beautiful woman with short blonde hair. She could not have been much more than thirty-five years old.

When I saw her, I turned to Nancy, who had come with me to the lecture.

"She is sexy," I said.

Nancy smiled.

"Are you getting ideas, Terri?" she asked.

"Well," I said with a grin, "Jodi did tell me that she was staying at the Ramrod Motel out by the highway. I even know the room number."

"Oh, Terri," Nancy said, chuckling a little, "you are fucking outrageous."

I turned back to listen to the president of the student body introduce Norma Kelly and I began to formulate my plan in my mind.

The president of the student body was a twerp, a worthless little guy who wanted to be a United States Senator. At least that is what Jodi had told me. He certainly did not know anything about Norma Kelly or her work. His introduction of her did not even mention the fact that she was a lesbian.

But she mentioned it as soon as she got up and stood before the podium.

"I wish to start with a message to the men in this audience," she said, her voice harsh with anger. "I will fight you, but I will not fuck you, you assholes."

Most of the members of the audience were shocked. Some of the men even gasped at her message. But I just grinned and glanced at Nancy. She was grinning too. Some women applauded her statement, and I found myself applauding too.

Norma Kelly went on with her speech, telling the audience why she preferred women to men, why women are meant to be lesbians, why a woman's soul is bigger than a man's, why women must unite and throw off their male fuckers.

It was a rousing speech, and I enjoy every minute of it. Many people got up and walked out during the speech but most of the audience stayed, and I was surprised when Norma Kelly got a good round of applause when she was finished with her address. Then she took questions from the audience. She talked about her novels and she talked about her political activities. She described in detail the time that she was raped by a drunken Shriner in Chicago, but I do not know if she was telling the truth about that experience. Some critics have claimed that Norma Kelly just has an overactive imagination.

When Norma Kelly left the auditorium, I stood up and ran for the parking lot to get my car. Nancy just watched me leave. She knew what I was planning. !

As I drove to the Ramrod Motel, I tried to remember everything that I could about Norma Kelly's novels. I tried to think of the scenes that most thrilled me, that seemed to say the most about the female condition. And I kept coming back to one scene. It was in her novel about Hollywood, The Park. In that novel, two of the major characters, a female star in Hollywood and a young starlet who wants to be in the star's new movie, meet in a motel room and take off their clothes and wrestle each other. The scene seemed to say so much about love and hate, about drive and ambition, about the relationship between women that could be both tender and hurting at the same time. After the two women wrestle in that novel, they make love, and that love is the best that either of them ever have. I remembered one line from the book, a beautiful description of lesbian lovemaking.

"The girl was soft like a summer night and hard like a winter blast. She was a storm and the woman was ready for that storm to come down and wash the scum from her soul."

Wow, I thought as I drove the car to the motel, not many people could write like that. Not many people could sum up so well what women sought in other women. I admired Norma Kelly for her art, and, now that I had seen her, I admired her for her sexiness too.

As I pulled into the parking lot of the motel, I saw Norma Kelly get out of a car. I looked closely and saw that that wimp president of the student body had taken her back to her room. When Norma Kelly got out of the car, she slammed the door. I wondered what that asshole could have said to offend her. Probably anything, I realized. That guy was capable of anything and he was so fucking stupid.

Norma Kelly went into her room and the president of the student body drove away.

I could have gone to her right then, but, somehow, I sensed that the time was not right. Good timing was important in sex. Norma Kelly knew that. She had written about good timing and bad timing. Good timing, she had written, was like electricity. Bad timing was like a muddy pond.

And she was so right.

I parked my car and sat there for a few moments. I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing shorts and a blouse, for it was spring now and it was already getting hot. I kicked off my shoes and sat there in bare feet and planned out my design-my way of getting the great novelist in bed.

I closed my eyes and thought about her writing. I shivered a little bit with a sudden chill of passion for the woman. Then I smiled. She would not be able to resist me, I thought. I was sexy and I had read her books.

A few minutes later, I sensed that the time was right.

I got out of my car and walked across the parking lot in my bare feet. I went to the door of her motel room, but before I knocked on the door, I unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse and pulled the blouse open so that she could see parts of my tits immediately.

Then I knocked.

Norma Kelly opened the door quickly and looked at me with anger in her eyes.

"What the fuck do you-"

Then she saw that I was a sexy, young girl, and her frown turned to a smile.

I smiled too.

Norma Kelly was holding a glass in her hand and she was wearing a robe. I knew that she was probably naked under that robe. Her body was sexy. She was very tall, probably nearly six feet, and her hair looked soft and it curled on her head like little blonde wires.

"Hello," she said, her voice changing to a sweet, husky one. "May I help you?"

"I want to wrestle you," I said.

She smiled.

"Come in," she said, stepping out of the way and letting me pass into the room.

She closed the door behind me and locked it. I smiled when I turned and saw that.

"I take you that you have read at least one of my books," she said.

"I have read them all," I told her, unbuttoning the other buttons of my blouse and opening it and letting her see my bare tits.

She sipped on the drink. She would not be rushed.

"Which one did you like the best?"

I thought about it for a moment, and then I answered her.

"The one about the war," I said.

She laughed.

"Most people say that they like the Vietnam novel."

I nodded. "The Texas Shootout. I know that one, and it is all right. But it is not my favorite."

She walked across the room, and, as she passed me, she reached out and touched one of my tits lightly with her finger.

"I hate that fucking Vietnam book," she said. "I wrote it for a quick buck. I never expected anyone to read it at all."

Then she turned to look at me again.

"Would you like a drink?" she said.

"All right," I said, shrugging my shoulders and pushing my blouse off my body so that I stood before the novelist in just my shorts.

She noticed my movement and she smiled in appreciation at the sight of my tits and my flesh. But she did not come to me. She too was waiting for the right moment. She would not be rushed, and I liked that. I did not want to rush anything with a woman who had such style and such genius.

Norma Kelly walked toward a little table at the side of the room and poured some liquor into a glass. She dropped some ice in the glass. Then she turned to me.

"Do you want soda or water?"

"I will take it straight," I said.

She grinned. I knew that she would like that. In her novels, the sexy girls always drink their liquor with just a little ice and nothing else.

She walked back to me and handed me the glass. I took it and then I thought that I should introduce myself.

"My name is-"

She put her hand over my lips to stop my words.

"I do not want to know your name," she whispered. "I want to think of you as a fan, as a person who understands the real meaning of my work. Your name is not important."

She took her hand away from my mouth.

"In fact," she said, "I think that I will call you Julie."

"The heroine in The Park," I said.

"Yes."

"All right. I am Julie."

Norma Turner sipped on her drink and I sipped on mine. We just looked at each other for a moment, she was waiting for the right moment and I was waiting for her to make the first move.

Then she turned and walked away from me again. She stood with her back to me.

"You said you wanted to wrestle me," she said. "Did you mean that?"

"Yes," I murmured, taking another sip on my drink and feeling the liquor spread with a nice warmth through my body.

"It has been a long time since I have wrestled a girl. It would be nice to do that."

"Then we shall do it," I said.

Norma Kelly put her glass down on the table, and, when her back still turned to me, untied her robe and let it fall away from her body.

She stood like that for a moment as I finished my drink and studied her back. It was a strong back and a pretty one. She had a nice, rounded, white ass and her legs were firm and tanned.

Still not looking at me, she spoke.

"Fame is a terrible thing, Julie," she said, calling me by that name that belonged to the heroine in her novel, the young starlet who had wrestled the star for her glory. "Fame captures you and will not let you go. You seek in vain for someone who loves you, who will come to you because you are you, not because you are famous. And you seek that person who truly understands what you are trying to say. But you rarely find a person like that. You rarely find a girl who can stand a close-up shot with the camera of your consciousness."

I recognized her last sentence. It came straight from the book. The female star had said that to the starlet. When Norma Kelly turned to look at me, I knew what I must say. I had to deliver the line that the girl had delivered in the book, that Julie had said, that Julie had, in fact, stolen from a great movie.

"I am ready for my close-up now, Mr. DeMille," I said.

When I said that, Norma Kelly laughed. Her laugh was loud and raucous and loving.

"Fuck," she said, "you have read the fucking book."

"Three times," I told her truthfully.

"I was in Wichita, Kansas, last week," she said, "and I found this cute, little, mindless twat who claimed that she had read my books. I thought that she would be good company for the evening, so I engaged her in conversation for a few minutes. I talked to her until she asked me a very serious question. She lowered her voice and said, 'Miss Kelly, are you a lesbian?' It was obvious that she did not understand a thing about my work. I dropped her like a hot potato. I could not waste my time on such a mindless piece of shit, no matter how nice her tits were."

Then she looked at me again.

"Your tits are nice too," she said softly.

I walked to the little table and put my empty glass down next to hers. Then I backed up and unsnapped my shorts and pushed them down my legs. I stepped out of them and stood naked before America's greatest lesbian novelist.

Norma Kelly looked over my body. She reached out and ran her finger down my stomach and into my pussy hair.

I did not even flinch. I wanted to show her that I was ready for her, ready to wrestle her and ready to make love to her.

"Very nice," she said.

I said nothing.

Then she looked at me, looked deep into my eyes, looked deeper than anyone had ever looked before. I felt that this woman could see things in me that I could not even see or feel or know. I felt that her eyes were turning me inside out for her own personal study of my soul.

She smiled.

"Let's wrestle," she said. "You are Julie and you are seeking a place a Hollywood. You can have your place if you can beat me."

I backed up, moving across the carpeted floor with a sense of tension in my body. I flexed my girlish muscles and crouched and put my arms out like a trained fighter. Norma Kelly came toward me in much the same fashion. We moved slowly in a circle, studying each other, looking into each other's eyes. I had read her books. I had read The Park. I knew that you could tell when a woman was about to pounce by looking in her eyes. Her eyes gave her away.

So I was ready for her when she moved quickly toward me.

Norma Kelly grabbed me and pressed her arms around me. She held me tight against her tits and seemed to want to crush me into her body. But I was too strong for that. I broke her hold on me by flexing the muscles in my arms and pulling them away from my sides. When her arms loosened from my body, I stayed close to her and then I grabbed her. I pressed her body close to mine and let my arms run slowly up her flesh until they were around her head. Then I turned quickly and had the famous novelist in a hammer-lock.

She struggled to free herself, but I had her head too tightly in my control. So she just stumbled and fell. I fell with her. We fell on the soft bed and then I let her go. Suddenly Norma was on top of me, straddling me as I lay on my stomach and twisting my head as she growled like an animal in my ear.

The pain was harsh and exploded in my head. I could not allow her to do this to me. I knew that. So I moved with her. I turned over until I had forced her off my body. She let go of my head and rolled on the soft mattress and I threw myself on top of her, pressing her against the bed with all the force that I could muster in my young body.

We were both sweating by that time and we were both in the spirit of the fight. We did not worry about hurting each other. We both sought victory, total and complete victory.

I knew I would not be able to hold her down for long. She was too strong and too wiry for that. So I moved up on the bed and began to stand on her. I grabbed her leg and pulled it toward me and felt her squeal as I twisted that leg. I then remembered what Julie had done in the book, what had helped the young starlet to gain her victory in Norma Kelly's mind. I lowered my face to the big toe of that foot that I held so firmly in my hands and, growling, I bit that toe.

The famous novelist yelped in pain.

Then I moved again and pressed my body against the leg, forcing it back toward Norma Kelly's naked body as the woman twisted in pain. I glanced down at her cunt hair. It was light and it was glistening with juice.

And I knew that I was wet too. I was being turned on by the growling and the sighing and the feel of the novelist's naked body pushing against mine.

"I will defeat you," I snarled.

She summoned all of her strength in one sweating, groaning push and moved her leg up with a jerk. I rode that leg and flew through the air. I landed with a groan on the carpeted floor of the motel room. She had made me fly though the air with her famous strength.

When she saw me lying there, Norma Kelly dove for me. But I was too quick for her. I rolled out of the way just in time and she landed on the floor. Then I was on top of her again, sitting on her back, feeling her flesh on my wet and excited pussy and twisting both of her arms behind her back as she struggled against me. I knew then that I had her defeated. I knew that I was the star of Hollywood.

Holding her wrists in my hands, I slowly stood up and lifted her arms with me, forcing her to move up on her knees. I stared at the sweat that glistened on her sexy, naked body, and I felt that she and I had just participated in some kind of strange, strong communion. Our sweat had mingled. We had given each other pain. And now it was time to give each other pleasure too. I knew that, but first I had to convince Norma Kelly that she had been defeated.

I twisted her arms behind her and snarled at her.

"I have defeated you. I have taken your place."

That is what Julie had said to the female star in Norma's beautiful novel.

"Yes," she whimpered in pain. "You have defeated me. I am your slave."

I recognized that line too. It came from the novel, and I knew what came next in that novel. I knew and I yearned for it.

I slowly loosened my hold on Norma Kelly's arms. Then, when she was free from my domination, I stood there and gasped for breath. Norma rubbed her aching arms as she turned to me. She stayed on her knees and she looked up at my triumphant, sexy body as a slave would look at her mistress.

Then she touched me. She ran her fingers down the moist flesh of my thighs. Her breathing was still quick, still in gasps, but that was not because of the pain now. I knew that. Her pain was over. Her pleasure had begun.

The famous novelist put her mouth to the dark hair of my pussy and licked that hair, then licked the sweat and the juice that came to me because of my excitement.

I could not stand it any longer. I fell back on the bed and spread my legs. She crawled toward me and put her arms around my young legs and buried her face in my snatch.

She licked my cunt like a woman who was dying of thirst.

I was her fountain, her life, her mistress, the young woman who had defeated her, and now I lay on the bed and shivered as I took my reward from the novelist. My reward was this cunt-lapping, this loving and excited eating of my pussy.

And it was a good reward for me.

She moved her face away from my cunt and kissed the inside of my thighs. She licked the sweat that was there and she cooled my body with her tongue.

"You have defeated me," she mumbled.

"You are my slave," I said.

It was all a game, all something out of one of her novels, but, to both of us, this game had strange, symbolic meaning. And I had defeated her. I had conquered her and proven myself. I felt more lusty and more powerful at that moment than I had ever felt before. I felt that I could do anything.

I think that it was at that moment, as Norma Kelly ran her tongue over my hot and wet thighs, that I decided to become a novelist, a writer, just like Norma Kelly.

I would tell the world my stories and I would wait for some young girl who understood my meaning to come to my motel room one night and defeat me as I had defeated her. I felt that Norma Kelly, as she moved her tongue deep into my cunt, had somehow passed me the gauntlet. It was going to be my turn now, my turn to inform the reading public of my life and my ideas and my sex life. I trembled with that new sense of power in my body and in my mind.

And I also trembled because Norma Kelly was licking my cunt, was driving her tongue deep into me. She was a professional, a great novelist, and she knew how to eat a pussy so fucking well.

She did not even know my name, but that did not matter. What mattered was her tongue in my pussy and her defeat at my hands.

After we were finished with our love making that night, I slept with Norma Kelly. We slept together, naked and innocent like children. Then, before dawn, I got up and dressed and drove back to the campus.

Later that morning, Nancy saw me in the hallway.

"Where did you spend the night, Terri?" she asked softly.

"At the Ramrod Motel," I informed her with a smile.

She laughed.

"You are fucking magnificent, Terri."

But she did not know how magnificent I truly was. She did not know that I had wrestled the angel of the novel, Norma Kelly, and that I had won. She did not know about my true power.

But now I have told the world.

THE END
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